Between the Breadth of Her Sighs

the Muse impounds secret pride with the furies of Her Illumination
She wails upon limitation with the focus of pities She denies

the Poet's pride is transformed by his humility
his arrogance converted through his humiliation

Admitting failure,
we are permitted service in Her wake
Admitting the penetrating wonders,
we are allowed Her flames of Inspiration

What's taken from completes & what lowers to & upon upraises & uplifts

To raise his secrets to Her light becomes the Poet's freedom from his fears
Facing into Her sufferance becomes the music which he hears

Eschewing secrets and thick_headed pride,
I am open before my Muse, She who awaits
where Strength submits :
I am among the strongest of men
Solely through my most devoted submissions

To take him under is Her most generous gift to Her Poet
She is rain and elixir and all that paints his limbs into being
She is every bud and petal and all that flowers upon his lips
She is what ennobles and redeems his lost heart and soul

She wills my least compliance and flays my merest complacency ;
Asleep only to awaken, I am adrift between the breadth of Her sighs

She engulfs and overflows and comes in waves upon these arid shores
She ensures and fulfills, coming in rolling majesty o'er this drear abyss

Her aura draws the devout and devours the vile
Her lunar sway takes Time completely Out

She sounds the drum that is the beating of the sun's own shining rays
She burns the parchment of the laws that no longer apply

the Muse encircles the triangle
and squares the numerologies of the stars
the Muse descends in silent raptures
to fields and fissures of roughest clay

She heals the wounds and laves the heart's unkindest cuts
She enters in fury and fills with delight, causing Song where She goes

She is the Beginning and the Continuance
She is the All of All we can ever know

of Everything that still Matters here below

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