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Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Mist


Groping in the mist, my mind is clouded, wisdom
I cannot see you

Silent Sophia
Invisible and blind, cacophony rising

Fortuna and Justice, sisters to the Fates, drowned in
Fountains of ego

Lost in a haze, tired
Swimming against the tide, searching for refuge, rest

Crashing on sharp stones, hot rocks, baked beneath the sun
Apollo takes me

God of prophecy
God of music and the lyre, God of poetry

Tell me your secrets, burn me with knowledge, branded
Send me to the void

Tell me everything
I need to know, the eternal peace I pray for

Why look for the truth in the world, tossed by wind and wave
The heartless powers

Neither rejoicing
Nor mourning for the things they touch, lift or destroy

Impersonal force
Harsh powers robs me of any sense of meaning

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