HillShadow
Time is measured by the peaks;
the backlit sun all at once speaks.
But here our plodding, muddled wills
live in the shadow of the hills.
Occupation
I was asked 
if I could be
charged with
someone’s property,
and if by skill,
whether I
could their assets
multiply?
My word and that
of others, hence,
was my only
evidence.
So we gambled,
traded crosses,
hoping gains
outweighed the losses.
Two futures, then,
began to pit,
equal and
opposite:
How much time
must expire
to reveal if
I’m a liar?
How much of me
must become
added to their
total sum?
I Samuel 11:1-15
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