Profundity
I am mad.
The question is not yet settled
whether all that is profound
is compassless in the vast ocean of lucid reason
I loved, unguided,
Among many millions of fragrant flowers
Knowing nothing of the world
Without mentor to govern
My tideful mind
A love for which there were no words
A most hermetic love to find
Are these the most arcane experiences to be had?
I'd be content to know not
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019
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