His Laboratory

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His Laboratory

Sonnet

I am bound to a pillar of space by coils of time,
Back and forth it winds through hours looping,
I hear the silent whispers of a mystic rhyme,
A vast preparation for the change impending.

In all seven hearths is a fire being kindled,
My body become home to a flame celestial.
A tremor passes through feet to ground
Translucent grown the occult body subtle.

My body hath grown His laboratory mystic,
For an unerring algorithm’s experiment,
All parts now collude in enthusiasm brisk
Heeding alone to His charter’s intent.

These long years have little parted the veil,
For not in haste is transformed the physical.