Annul

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Annul

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Mother #9

How nobly thou speakest of ignoble sceptred
Hands? How deferent to cobblers of science?
What lay faith to laws on tablets encoded
That narrows thy life to the circle of fears?

Thy medicine’s concoction brewed in terms false
Of twilight reason, an abrupt born caesarean,
All its convulsions drawing upon an ignorance
Marks all thy paths with its beguiling pattern.

Not thus is sundered the intricate knot
That hobbles thy step and curdles thy breath;
By a will submitted must this be fought 
To He who is queen of all height and depth.

Join me now, and say, “In Thee is all supremacy
O Mother, annul this foe forever for our serenity!”