disquiet within me rises like larva
creeping on my limbsand other times like lava
from Vesuvian volcano filling fertile fields!
it is nothing but this absolute disquiet
that you from the moment of my youthhave given me in that prophetic path
you have chosen to drive me!
i have lost all my hope in getting out
of this persistent mire, the unending karmic firethe end, that final consummation
in you is what i now seek!
i pray you drop that dew of quietness
a little water, only grace i now look up toor consume me quickly in the fire of crematorium
for that final cleansing of my soul to rise into you!
© henry victor
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