Void

I lie supine in my naked shame
Bereft of love
Mocked by the Universe
And shorn of selfhood

My rhythms are disrupted
And wolves howl in the inner cavern
Fangs of delusion cleave me
And a naked sword searches by bosom

Why do I breathe?
Why is my body so adamant?
When my mind has coiled unto himself
And my spirit has been scathed?

Whence does this power come?
What is the spring of this surging life?
Who plays these notes of strength?

A music moves the cosmic spheres
And in her magnificence touches my freedom
To make me walk when my very legs have crumbled
To make me compassionate when love itself has abandoned me

And I write when poetry and language themselves have been choked off
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