His rhetoric magnetized

ears to listen.

The words were a broadsword

to the mighty, pushing against

the gravity of their jealousy.

His thoughts never rambled;

holding course like a meridian

or constellation.

He declaimed with authority,

luring listeners,

seizing on the interest of

their desires; the sun and moon

filled his pockets.


Morning moved him quietly

to release onto roads nearby.




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