Stripped Delusion

Stripped Delusion

It is delusion to rely on a horse for safety,
for all its power it cannot save.-Ps.33:17

1

Contractions of her memories commenced.

Catalogued pictures formerly honey-condensed

rotated quickly rapidly anxieties distresses she heaved

grieving the deceitful steps of ballroom lovers misperceived.

Where did time get a handshake poisoned?

Ordering actors’ guilty meals served to a past tired

of contentious minds winter’s abusive fights confessed

to street corpses in the linens of my life sorrowful alas retired.

2

Pity oh pity, in misery shouted…

Pleading my internal idols retreated

shipping pretty illusions castles amassed

to Sheol whose counsels fallacies my all grilled.

The limping sky screening how valued

my windows of hope have the truth desired

as I modeled Spring away for designers self named

until Gregorian chants my heart to the arms of God transferred.

3

O victorious music! my soul has listened

as you rescued me from the path disgraced

transporting me to adore the Sacrament blessed.

O unworthy me! Like Samuel my archived name called.

O wondrous day! my wastrels washed

my violent manners encouraged glorified.

Anew I walk stroll gracefully fiercely restored

genuinely magnificently as a Lady of virtues clothed.

4

O Summer of life renewed.

Adieu my delusions beloved

Here kneeling in thanksgiving forever stripped

I am of my illusions pour toujours in the ocean drowned

O Shining Mount Sinai, on your ground I stand resurrected

Perceiving the struggles ahead hopeful I am comforted

Dancers of the past my cheek their hands lured

Visions I hold firm of my life transfigured.

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