Sunday, February 24, 2019

furthest star



smelling, hearing
and continuously seeing
voices from beyond
also from deep within

my heart ponders
with the aid of my mind
the infuriating experience
a life more authentic

making my mortal soul
into a state of dreaming
thoughts of divine essence
and provocative dreams

nay! violent thunder clapping
making me a stormy storm
impregnating my tender being
also, with lightning

spontaneously gathering around
snarling, quarreling and discord
leading at the end,
to Golgotha, the empty scull

but hoping one day
though comprehended late
like the dim light
of the star that is furthest

my soul too
shall enlighten
the innocent children
at last

henry victor      13.02.1995



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