INTIMATE SONNET

…of the enormous waterfall of life
- where is freedom, where is flight -
I take and pulse the forces with which I long
fight this blinded battle;

… broken is the truth, its light yoked,
I capture the sunset, the sky is wounded;
the blood with which I cry tears the veil
like sidereal and inflamed snow;

…it is not torment to fall into arduous war
nor the crying to which the spirit clings,
if the moment of light is exquisite;

…and urging me the courage I need,
here in the heart, the mind encloses,
the sword with which to cleave infinity.
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Antonio Justel/Orion of Panthoseas
https://oriondepanthoseas.com
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