Fit of Spell

I have but one way
To abut the sky
Wing my freedom
Soaring high

This embodied form
In body and mine
Craze in frenzy, to
Burn my passion wild

Long thread of faith
From me to you
Rosary bound
Vanishes at thy end

Heart’s little corner
Intertwine thy braid
Conjoining my form
In love and tears

Night and day
I wick thy oil
For it flickers for you
In my breath

Silence and I wait
To disembody my gross
And dissolve my wish

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