The stars above are godless
yet I've a master still
Machinations divineless
Command me to it's will
No slow consideration
Nor years of consequence
Frees me from its obsession
With love and acceptance
There is a shadow ancient
I cannot shake or call
Questing for a lost thing
That has no form at all
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Quemis (
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This piece is extremely moving from both an intellectual and an aesthetic perspective. Your first couplet is all too familiar to those like me who consider themselves rational and agnostic, yet are sensitive and whatever you call spiritual without belief in a divinity. So succinctly stated:
The stars above are godless
yet I've a master still
The sound, the rhythm, the density of ideas, the clarity, the deceptively apparent simplicity of the words and phrases, remind me of the best of Emily Dickinson. Moving and well-done.
High Praise indeed!
One of my favorite poems of all time is her metaphysical riddle: "Tell all the truth, but tell it slant"
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