new sonnet
The mystic destroys the void that will rise
like letters drowning in what they say
I felt the dark and yet said goodbye
afraid this is confused when they pray
“the worst fear does godly embrace shame
foretold in ancient times with proximity
to the word divine like a bringing pulse
that in the shadows confused timidity
does boil our pains and so curse our soul
with love obtaining clarity that's framed
To know our place without being told
involuntary hell so they seem to complain
The maze, the trickster... information lost...
and resurrected the wound on the cross.”
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