Fidelity

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Fidelity

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #174

How famished is the clay-flesh with life infused,
Devouring will-fire galore like the utter night?
How many fires blazing and raging suns yet
To pour into this endless pit ever unquenched.

What inconscient adamance plagues it still
Blind to all brilliance that beckons insistent,
What gestation pending in that vain nihil 
That it’s loathe to yield up its nest dearest?

This burden Promethean on a human will
To dislodge a foe older than the stars,
To unbind every cell from a ruinous spell
That leads it to yield breaking in fragments.

Marshal our all into a cohesive whole,
May our fidelity extend from body to soul.