Je'free Y . - Source

The voice that governs the hierarchy
Of the heavens is also the language
That is whispered into my head.

It commands the sun to own the day;
The silvery moon and stars, the night.
Tide is summoned to ebb and flow.

Words spoken to the changing seasons,
Spinning in a designed-cycle,
Trigger the flying Mayas in Manila as well.

That which permits the phenomena
Of Madagascar Rainbowfishes breeding
Allows the same miracle in a mother's womb.

Authoritative order is inside me and everywhere.
Blue skies or gray clouds, grace showers upon me
As I marry the core of cores, the cause of causes.

Je'free Y .

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