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The Scouring
The slanted avenue is washed
with hard and scouring sunlight.
A glorious inquisitor,
the molten sky rips out
all of Nature’s medicaments,
its mesmerist witchcraft.
Passing by yet bound
I drink the leaning trees, the ground,
with eyes that briefly, then,
are clean. And when
the passing is complete
a dim-lit thought remains:
I never felt nearer the gods.
with hard and scouring sunlight.
A glorious inquisitor,
the molten sky rips out
all of Nature’s medicaments,
its mesmerist witchcraft.
Passing by yet bound
I drink the leaning trees, the ground,
with eyes that briefly, then,
are clean. And when
the passing is complete
a dim-lit thought remains:
I never felt nearer the gods.
Published 12th Aug 2019
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Anonymous
13th Aug 2019 6:30pm
This is so beautiful in its sentiment. I always love how you bring the every day into this marriage with the divine. It’s always been a skill of yours.
The couplets work so well for this. Makes it feel very lyrical. Thank you for sharing.
-M
The couplets work so well for this. Makes it feel very lyrical. Thank you for sharing.
-M
14th Aug 2019 1:44am
