prayer

what then,
when words hide
from the tumult
within?

where then,
may this soul find solace,
if
not
with you?

strong
secure
sure
&
sly….
the soul warrior moves in such a way…

such was my way….

such way is no more.

shadows fall
along this
way,
and
in light’s
absence, truth
reveals itself,
anew.

truth forgot,
in moments of pleasure;

truth forged
from the ash;

truth born
within
me.

and so,
as future flees once again
through the mist
and the shadow,
that old magic finds
its way back
to me.

sweet words
fly once more…
from these trembling lips,

humming toward ecstasy,
to unleash the sacred
as purest profanity.

come,
and pray with me.

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Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on May 5, 2024