Companion

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Companion

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #5

I am mine no more, in me Nature
Her suzerainty over parts does impose,
Mind trails not the will’s curvature
And feelings to a despot do repose.

Old slain ghosts of self have revived
By a ghastly moon’s unasked boon,
Vain the gains wrested since the clod,
My heart now mirrors matter’s swoon.

For companion is faithful traitor Night,
The foe and comrade of my slow waking,
It partakes a share of the coming light,
For I forsake not even the conniving.

Come O Night, my long road’s sole companion,
Let’s expose our gulfs for Him to examine.