the new world

My eyes look on in bewilderment at plentiful gifts round me.

I watch and take pleasure in it.

The new world according to this Warrior breathes now.

She smiles at me and is all of mine and I win for the wanting and getting of all that love brings for me.

Without adornment, Teaching amounts to impenetrable social justice and I remain.

Burn and Rid the Old to the wind. It disappears quickly to dust and dirt as it were.

She’s my Goddess Bellona and I Her armored-clad Honos.

This Warrior stands and walks into Battle.

Bear notice.

This new world.

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