Pilgrim Lips
Sonnet
Published on November 7, 2020
Pilgrim Lips
Sonnet
Scrutinise if thou must, O Time, the legalese
For my various deeds have an accomplice.
The thread of my virtues, weave of my vices
And all the wide pattern of being’s tapestries.
My thoughts are forged in mints not my own
And words sourced shimmering as god’s coin.
Musings that wing through my brain freely
For the gnarly ego walls are gutted nearly.
Am no more a nub of feeble nerve and breath,
A great flame moulds in me a luminous sheath.
Account of deeds, all I owed to nature as debt,
By an immense sanction now stand annulled.
My life slowly inevitably turns into a luminous ode
Chanted by pilgrim lips on the lonely cosmic road.