Beyond Me

Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master #329

Published on April 16, 2022

Beyond Me

Beyond Me

Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master #329

Who drained gaiety from the air that I breathe
Sapping all that is dear and fondly cherished,
Who lit austerity torches in being’s breadth
That stand like wraiths on a wall-face carved.

Whose the voices that hiss in chorus,
Lips that spill an unnatural spell
Standing on borders of being’s silence
Summoning becomings I can’t ever tell.

I am twilight’s reluctant champion,
A dawn and dusk stretch my extremities,
My fall and rise all come unbidden,
I know not these forces or their agencies.

Too beyond me are these my blessed Sire,
All Thou givest, the fiery muse and wretched mire.