In Love’s light, I find myself.
Unobscured,
And with a splintering conscience.
A veiled passion no longer disguised
Finds me depraved and insolent
Standing alone foremost and within
A room where the walls are both boundless and absolute.
I turn away to avoid Love’s reproach.
I am Revealed and displayed for truth’s sake
Instinctively scowling with downcast eyes.
Searching not for the blissful dole of Love’s impatient gaze -
I recoil and voraciously ensconce the rapture I have come to embrace;
Clinging to the agony it has wrought.
Any pursuit of celestial adoration has long subsided
And since been substituted with earthly inclination.
I’ve made an acquaintance of simple satisfaction -
And it has been enough for me.
Still no affinity is forged without compromise:
My intracacies have not afforded me any exception.
The blinding illumination beyond my closed eyelids has dimmed to a subtle glow.
I am left alone again, to my own device.
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