From the womb of eternity, you arrived

I lament…

you have offered your hands and feet; a free sacrifice to the chains of the mundane

Unknown to you…

your emptiness is obvious, and your nakedness scream every day for adorning, but you are devoted to this whirlwind of lostness

From the effulgence of immortality…
your face finds expression in unparalleled pleasures of fulfilment

I mourn…

you have abandon your allegiance, now you bow to the dust, to the temporal, to the whirlwinds of a distorted blueprint,

drinking from the mortal puddle of dissatisfaction; blind to the Honeyed Ocean

Adoration of things

The devotion of egos. Government of lust. Loathing to the beloved. More graves everywhere. O’ more graves in thy festivals

May this soul crave...

like a virtuous merchant;
The perfected beauty,
shining forth from zion

Your darling misses you
Fountain of delight.

You who bathed the soul of Adam

When his only gaze was you,
O’ glories of Eden.

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