Beyond Me
Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master #329
Published on April 16, 2022
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.