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Privatio Boni

Most of the time, I speak with searing silence, Because spoken words Are not remotely eloquent enough To fully express the countless dire sentences Being scribed within me. Thus, I must conclude That our loudest cries are the ones Nobody can hear And pain-riddled quiet Can puncture eardrums. My ears incessantly ring With unremitting unvoiced…

Holy Eyes

Revered eyes, Like mesmerizing stained-glass windows, Beautiful in and of themselves yes, But Ah! When light thoroughly consumes Their piercing panels of spirited color, They become a sacred cathedral, Filled with divine presence. I gaze into them in awe. I fall to my knees at your love’s alter And whisper my heart’s prayers Into your…