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By the Graces of the Gods

I always knew but,

remain aware

to meekly say,

I have no needs

that are not

taken care of.


By the graces of the gods,

I live in peace

and comfort

and in health.


Should I embrace

ever the stupidity

of hubris

to aggrandize,

and manipulate

for more,

I am but lost

to all grace,

and ever so

infinitely and

most sorely poor.

(29 June '19)