Life has depth & dice, glimmer by rain, cirrus
into mantic energy;
Confused by spirits, soul filled with yearnings,
redeemed at points, sacrificed at an apex.
Heaving those years, disrupted focus, cacti
inhabitation.
Oh aberrant
sacrifice, wailing for change, to shift into necessity.
Reason as a slave, logic as her ruling, fortified, not
quite clear how to stay perfect through words.
Magnified
inside, precious sanctity inside, by arc to describe its projection.
To adore
substance of hopes, evidence of unseen, miracle of sacrifice.
Slow deterioration—darkness into illumination, passed
a neighboring label.
Oh
meditative clemency, through deeper voyage, a soul is held together by his
journey.
Too effused,
poured into, gripping papyrus, marveling over scripture—its dynamism, its
metaphor, if to approach it as literature;
Dreams as they appear, vision as it unlatches,
linchpins strengthened.
If following her voice, in understanding her fervor,
it seems apparent a falling apart—a magnificent losing.
By grace,
silenced into benighted, accursed unto praise—to suffer is to draw nearness:
theology & reach.
Exulting
reality, as approached by chasm, indebted to Hume’s ideal of reason.
An unspoken
loudness, a vocal silence, a revealing concealment—as swamp walkers, nibbling
waterweeds, nudging a Levite.
Leviathan
would appear, a tiger with heads would emerge, souls were immersed in
otherness, channeled by sky-texture:
Dearest
of pages, New & Old internality, to sing as sung, most delivered of
wildness, essence unraveled,
Cosmos
affected.
