Fierce, the fresh earth,
A vacant sanctuary
In the Master's hand.
Far beyond the ephemeral.
A requiem echoes,
Bygones, too late,
Chasing passivity
Like stormed proclivity,
Rising heat
A rising seat
A rising fleet,
Within a broken beat.

I bow my head and woo the stars.

Forgiven gardens failed to till,
Mystic raindrops
Disregarded until
I cast a rainbow upon a dream
Of unforgotten lies I've seen.
Onto a forest of wanton woes
Alas, I've grown
A pardon grows.

Presence of unlikelihood,
Devotion, kinship - all that's good.
A heart bound tightly
Cannot be shared
Until its freedom, it's light declared.
Brilliant bliss, a night remiss
Taste the mourning of an unborn kiss,
Unspent euphoria, unconscious bliss.

I bow my head and bless the Source.

Sworn upon a villainous niche,
Shadows still hover far over reach
Solemn, like surrender,
Supreme, like divinity.
Bathed within a fertility kiss,
And the gift of an ancient fist.

I bow my head, caressed by the answers I wished.

Severance to a subject sworn
A moment beats a thought unborn.
Delight in softness,
Eyes divine
Falling unto us
A life unsigned

I impale my soul to the winds sublime.

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