A "son of man"
So, awe hoped the birthing
of G_d's message, new cauled
in humble manger's smells,
The base and apex of
a starred cave's presents
of all future festivals
Yet abandoned, forsaken to
the crowned world's cruel nails,
every human's done wrongs;
Farthest reach of best hope
this Apocalypso dancer
crosses our tragic history,
Morning us night-less;
he compassions earth
ever peopling progress,
Emptying the pitiless bottom
zeroing down apollyon,
bringing ever's new Present
Beloved human, Eashoa,
Jesus, child of the masses
point man for us all.
1st pub. in The The Greensilk Journal
In the LIGHT of the Good, the True, the Just, the Kind, the Caring,
Daniel Wilcox
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