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A poem for Sophie |
Angel descends, leaves us barren, awake, alive, blank--- a dream that is worthy. A shower that serves to cleanse the black, the brown awash, refulgent color creases. Pricks the heart, slight pins, needles, desire for renaissance, her golden return. Live in me eternally..., esoteric guardian, gnostic in your truth, in obedience, I serve you. Leaves will rustle for her, stags will battle beneath, immersion for water birds; men, in fear, clasp their reigns. Fool who proposes ownership, fool to believe she wouldn't stay, affection with no clamour. propose condolences for disbelief in a open ocean of faith. Depart from nihilism and grovel. Offer an inviolable shade honesty, respect, in-material, autonomous, passionately engaging with the ether. Render yourself a child who protects his mother. Let no fever blind you from her love and wrath. What strength is there that time doesn't diminish, breaches the gap, and harnesses your lightning? Is there hope in an intellectual mind, the burning light that imagines and remembers love? Is there any softening of wolves teeth with the monuments we erect for intuitive gentleness? Moral imperative can be seen backsliding into the hallowed cavern, tempestuous wind follows. Power, unleashing the extension of hands; dispersion, lip curled Duessa, masked in beauty. I cannot veil the truth, nor can I stop change, or want, desire, loneliness, or the fleetingness of love. Sleep to awake. Dreams are my memories. these gifts are sensuous impressions encompassing like a shield, like a sun, the warm beaches, a rock, a soul behind the bitter cold, birthed imagination and will. |