Did I switch off the lights
to feel the cold of the hemispheres
wrap around the latitudes of my love
to keep it invisibly enlightened?
There requires too much imagination in being enigmatic
to an adversary who wants you to oblige his greed
that becomes treachery, when you don’t
So, I wound around the trappist’s door
holding on precariously to the event horizon
that would keep me and all I stand for from being swallowed
So that I would always feel my soul and the souls
of the salt and sound of my reality
I knew that connivance could be outdrowned by caprice
like two contrarian musicals, and the original score be uninfringed
I remember, the beleaguered moment
when the original source was maligned
by an inveiglement that prompted an eternal disparateness
God had to suffer an explosion
and be compelled to enervate his omnipotence,
those tenacious conjunctions that pattern
the sustenance of the righteous with the subsistence of evil,
And he had to partake in his own subsequent repeated imprisonments
within his own creation,
waiting for that moment in time
when it would all fall back to his singularity!
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