Saturday, June 10, 2023

Sublime Texture

 

Wrote an elegy, reread Lamentations, identified with under-drafts;

 

Wrote an elegy, frantic into nature, Every living soul …

 

Wrote an elegy in darkness, wild lives, found in Malachi ….

 

            energies for communication. wrath to know ruling.

            sparks to under-oath, to feel Amos, sycamore and figs.

           

            just refusing what was taught; permeated by roots.

            seeking benediction, to fathom Paul, it becomes

            mysticism, to need hierarchy, mainly in self.

 

Wrote an elegy, curious about his cup.

 

Wrote back to souls, it could be illusion, such remarkable passings.

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