For the Perfected Promise of Imperfection
Commit to me the art of you and I will be alone
See to me you are the light and I will be blind
Rejoice in me your very soul for I cannot atone
That in the very faith you hold, I knew not any kind
A flower bent with broken root, a pretty sight still
As naked night is veiled sight, this I am to you
The happy fear laughed away is a nervous shrill
Echoed in the heart of you, abounds within me too
So drain my thought and make me straight, and you will be thrown
Into a gale of rememberings, there will we be found
Again another knowing known, a screening show shown
Predictable enlightenment in repetition bound
Please make this truth the truest, and lies the first I heard
Please take me to a garden wild, and lose me in the fray
Please find me scarred wanting more, whisper me that word
Love and love and love again, my dark and light of day
Copyright © Mathieu De Casanove | Year Posted 2012
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