Swoon

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Swoon

A Sonnet

By waking hours this scripted play
And numbing routine of a mortal day.
By hours of dream and resting night
Only a sliver of me, rest out of sight.

Betwixt these two am now reposed 
My story in these borders composed.
An occult active lull dawns on me
Turning my being to a swelling sea.

My heart and head are by another ruled 
By an unseen teacher are they schooled.
Many strange suns now dawn in me
I wake to light that is yet a mystery.

I swoon and wane as the night’s moon
My solitary flame awaits the Golden Sun.