Hasty Oath

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Hasty Oath

Sonnet

All my flares have reduced to a single pious flame
Burning alone on a ignoble globe whizzing somber 
Upon voiceless space with a melancholy hum,
In all infinite space only this little circle to wander.

I hear not the Titan’s taunt, nor the djinn’s mischief
See, the gods have long vacated mind’s chambers,
My silence is broodless, neither joy nor grim grief
Can cast now in my being’s barren soil their seeds.

My sanctum is pristine, its Deity on a brief sojourn
Departed, for an errand lasting an eternal moment,
The lone vast spaces for company I must enjoin 
Until He turns again my Sire, the sole Immanent.

Remember O soul, the price of thy hasty oath,
To savour again the cloying fruits of human birth.