Reversed

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Reversed

A Sonnet

What realm this, of upended movements,
And of many reflecting fields as mirrors?
Mind is king no more and too faint the will,
Vital holds all sway and physical in dark thrill.

All is reversed, ever higher my fire pines,
To only dig deeper into nether ravines.
I sought Vrindavan and its Shepherd of light,
Instead am seized by powers too ghastly for sight.

Yet, each oozing falsehood that mars
My being with its debilitating scars,
Only weakens the hold of Ignorance’s grip;
For it is thus lent for them to Her worship.

O Mother, O Immaculate, turn this empire of Night,
Into Thy supernal realm of gladness and sunlight.