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Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #162
Published on October 21, 2021
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Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #162
What capricious sun hast Thou planted in me
Obeying no known orbit’s guiding rhythm?
What errant moon plays night’s quirky eye
Appearing vanishing heeding its own whim?
What alarming sport hast Thou now conjured
In my body and mind to ward off boredom?
Or am I to some dire dice-roll been wagered
To test Thy doubtful fortune’s throwing arm?
Am I Thy scribe solely to record pain and woe,
The only brooding brow upon this earth?
Must I linger lone in this island whirling slow
In a friendless space’s empty depth?
Thou art more than the part Thou playest,
Be more unto me than these revealed yet!