the deluge in may

6.13.24

revised 6.23.26

a week prior to this, so she says

mother’s sixth sense activated

her certitude paired with her guess

maternal worry was sated

two insomniacs in prayer

answered with a voice: innocent

even the guilty it will spare

these graces are magnificent

who can question an informant

when those souls seemingly predict

placement and what might be dormant

something creatures just can’t depict

the vast inarticulate rears

with a hortatory movement

shrouded in fog, direction veers

to strangle is the inducement

the imperative: eradicate

evil from here, purify our world

murder is the ultimate checkmate

ubiquitous collapse will be curled

sedate this girl who is Mystery

some spiritual instantiation

modify her human history

project eternal rest, a station

Paradise is a field of flowers

an insight gifted later when asked

tripled seeing triggers those powers

the Cartesian mind is the contrast

embodiment counters our reason

inevitability is this

the same Passion, a different season

cross these thresholds into the abyss

the Incarnation and Crucifixion

implies similitude with the Logos

but Mystery is conjuring fiction

indecipherable, it isn’t prose

derailment is internal wandering

gibberish made manifest on paper

another effect - rampant squandering

her lucidity turned into vapor

a friend and a sibling died on that day

can nicknames baptize those who don’t believe?

is there any truth to all the wordplay?

the spellbound one will prematurely grieve

the conjugal and the catholic arise

a union sought and orientation

though an attempt was made to exorcise

it’s difficult to combat fixation

a week posterior, we walk together

we meditate on mysteries and their fruits

i know our names; the memories we’ll weather

time and our recounting will strengthen our roots

along the waterfront and aquatic beds

i remember she grounded me in oceans

we watch parrot feather grow; hydrilla spreads

with kin, we each share our daily devotions

these diagrams can’t dance with divinity

not even the imprint of a sphere or mist

our striving is derived from infinity

interpret within intent: we shall persist

in the shaded garden and my sunlit room

there’s solace and support and sanctuary

sacramentals revoke the weight and the gloom

repose comes from the Source: the Luminary