The resurrection of love
It permeates like a stolen identity
But it is still His.
Inabsentia, my meaning aches
So inane, but He incorrigible.
Oh! The lavish smattering of purpose!
His hallowed hinge I grasp.
Liberated, I tear insanely
toward His beauty
He catches me like a cage
of impervious light
I rest intoxicated, never to recover.
The torrential flow.
I am gushing inebriation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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