HIM

The meaninglessness of my existence seems suddenly meaningful,
The eternal orbit that dictates how my life is lived, has been jolted out of sync.
What for me once seemed dull and plain
Is now a life full of mystery, roses and sweet wine.

It eludes me how one being, so seemingly simple,
Can seem to me to be the Maker's pure masterpiece;
Powerful in his persuasion, his entangling web leaving me gasping for air.
The memory of his embrace clouds my judgment,
Blinding me to my woes and sorrows.

His mask is one of solitude and simplicity
Yet the blood in his veins boils with infinite vigor.
His mind filled with consuming thoughts of life's great tricks
That only he, being of almost idolatrous stature, will succeed in overcoming.

His words powerful enough to move me to tears;
His voice as sweet as the sleep-inducing poppy.
Would that I could tear myself away from the magnetic force with which he holds me captive,
But then again the cloud on which I float is thus suspended due to his inspiration.

The past is fading, the present all-consuming, the future not even breached;
I strive for the here and now - Ramoth -
My belief in him enough to quench my thirst,
My eternal lust satiated my the mere nearness of his self.


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