Tuesday 22 September 2020
Healing
O What a beaming beautiful
moon my heart bled,
Moon grain by moon grain across a
Pitch black parchment whose intimate darkness pronounced death
O what sacred symphonies
Scorch sorrow's somber sight
Stars birthed from scrupulous scars
To shatter the infinite frame
Of drowning Dispair that
Tangos with the endless night
Every breath booked
Upon pages spined
Bound letters that line libraries
Whose voluptuos volumes
Of lessons illumes
Incarnated rotations
Whose planetary pulse pours
into vein discourse
Like a river writes its course
Blossoming into prose
Like the ocean wrought force
Intensity in the motion of every fold
Like the earth limbs barks
From what was buried in
the heart of hearts
Intensity in every emotion
Like space speaks art
Excerpts that explicate expansion
Contours of contraction
Conciously Labour life lit action
Hymns that yield the knowing
By which light is made to fraction
A colourful cascade of cosmos
Light years leaping
from the leaper's limping learning
Galaxies glowing to guide
blinding binding
A quitntessential quake
That only gives with a take
To the sleeping who wake
To the mending break
A quilling healing
Of muddled feeling
A quintic function
That plots the dysfunction
Of sightless seeing
The algebraic pax
Of the quincunx reflection
Of form torn
By the weight worn
By a rising rotating to be reborn
Camillo Mubarak @Defpoetsink
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