Sonnet I: What I Do

But can it be that I my love shall see?
May I expect a miracle again?
Is finding, once again, my dearest friend,
My Sister-Love, a possibility?

Our struggle has been cruel irony
As such, do I suppose, will be our end;
But for a little while I shall pretend
That this, the preordained, will never be.

In fact, I will remain God’s loyal slave,
Indentured ever, hoping for reward.
So Elevated, now, above the Knave,
That I can plainly see where such is stored.

So sure am I of God’s Great Path for me,
I know that He forgives my enmity.

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Intro 1: This Thread

I thought, of late,
    that this
        sweetness--

this new and joyous
    sensation--
        this miracle--

this thread of
    innocence--would
        be mine forever.

How slowly, how
    quietly, how
        stealthily, this

gossamer thread
    was
        cut...

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