'Sonnet to the Mysteries...'
the child was fond of waxing mystic'ly
as all around her spiralled from control;
she pondered realms and riddled sophic'ly
but sure enough the madness took its toll...
(but) she knew they overrated such small things
as sanity and order of the mind
for the chaos of her ramblings bore her wings
which brought her to the mysteries sublime -
to that which many dedicate their lives,
the search of truth b'yond normal reckoning;
all those who give their time as sacrifice
to see, just once, what lies beyond their ken...
a single moment of pure gnostic bliss ~
the sweetness of the universe's kiss.
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