Guru – Unselfishly ours; love out to our crowd, glorious as we stand with him…

Unselfishly ours; love out to our crowd, glorious as we stand with him under summer sunlight and night-time’s moon.
With his absence, hopelessly we try to convert ourselves into what he makes us; failure guaranteed; we need him.
We need to admire, walk beside, and listen to him; we want him here.
He’s not like us, not one of us, doubters be grateful for him.
A genetic miracle, natural, takes no effort singularity, unable to replicate, so for us to try to be him, a waste of hard work, tough project, we can’t.
Inextinguishable light, energy for our insecurities, but he’s not coming today, numb at our loss.

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