Thine

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Thine

Sonnet

My meagre immensities fade away now,
The familiar visage and its vast retinue
Grow faint to barely reveal an outline, 
I become a stranger to this self of mine.

Thoughts pass through me like a breeze,
I claim not these airs aimless and nameless.
Of furies without sting and woes sans pang,
Toothless seem now even evil’s song.

A great bonfire burns in my feeble breast,
Oblations I pour of thought and act into it.
Only a silhouette remains even, featureless,
Against night’s tar ink a blue-black impress.

Whether this be apex or abyss I know not,
For all is Thine and everywhere Thou abidest.