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Beneath The Same Sky (Originally Written on Wednesday, March 18th, 2020)




—Beneath the same sky, / We all exist. / We all love. / We all pray. / One sky, one destiny, one spirit, one heart. / I’m a vagrant; / Betwixt two realms: / The Spirit, / The flesh; / Truth is arcane / Undefined variables in / A paradoxical equation: / Aberrant; abstract; anomalous; / Like a stellar black hole / Devouring the light of the stars. / Of Dereliction; desolation; / The Cloister of Trials remains unsolved. / As my wish proves / Naught but / Disappointment. / Somewhere, someone / Bears the Key / To this fragmented, / Daydream-dazed, / Sky-gazer's heart. / —Beneath the same sky, / We all exist. / We all love. / We all pray. / One sky, one destiny, one spirit, one heart. / Chaos chastises, schism spurns, / My envenomed psyche is deluged by pain. / A torrent of trepidations, surges through my veins; / Yet, Couer reigns triumphant / Upon my Soul Scape. / Heavenward I gaze, importuning / The Father of Celestial Lights / Perhaps this felled Paladin of Light / Canst gain solace in stillness, / Perhaps he can transcend the soulborne fight. / Yet and still, / Sorrow reigneth supreme, / Burnishes a fervid sting / Upon this Silenc’d Songbird’s / Requiem for a Dream. / He awaits salvation, / A transcendent beckoning / To rise, rise, / Like the diamonded Moon, / Absolving Nox ad Caelum / The Song in his Soul / Is a Paean of Lovelight, / Vanquishing the bedarkening veil / That is the / Shadow of sorrow. / There is no Light apart from Dark; / There is no Aether apart from Nether; / The Astral begets the Umbral. / All things are one. / (O, Chiaroscuro) / When anguish arrives, / Succumb not to the deathly pangs, / Rather, doven the aethers / That the Cosmo-Plexus of Empyreal Love / Aegis thee. / We were conceived / Upon the Hierachy of Sacrality, / Her divine order is / A transcendent bounty / To those holy. / Apropos of Providence, / We burst into bloom / As Children of Freedom / Burgeoning aloft the soil of / The Gracious Gaian Mother. / The soul is a seed, sown in spirit, every struggle, / Every trial, every tribulation, bestows / The Eradia of Yggdrasil / Until we / Effloresce anew. / Fathom the thew in utterances, / Understand the sinew in silence, / Know that ye are precious; / Believe that / Ye art loved. (Se’ lah)



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