UNIVERSAL SPIRIT
When I was Ra
you held me in awe
and were afraid
later on
you began to swirl
and you cut yourself
for me
with excesses of zeal
you made others to suffer
vicariously
I kept silent
nowadays
you see me in the city
sometimes with my dog
and a blanket
and I want you to recognise me
but you don't
By Theresa Jones
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