The God of My Right Hand

and I am changed
oh I am changed
I have certainty within
nothing hesitant or whim
all the pieces clicking in and
latching each to each until
the surface of my plane
is smooth and even
joints unseen
grooves filled in 
for all is here in this new me
all pain of heart and history
my feet are fit, cleave
to the road, my mind is light
as is my mood - for I know
that I am seen and that
I see the underlying
form within all living beings
their purpose and their colouring
and all the dark ones see my
light, they mutter as they congregate
defiant as the night
but I am home, and I am known
for who and what I really am:
an oracle
a head
a cargo to be said
by the God of my right hand

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