Morning's Pardon

image borrowed from bing

Morning’s Pardon
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fallen into night’s embrace
held down by dark shadows
I writhe in the arms of nightmare

would that I could rise
into the light of dawn’s nod
but I’m flesh, weak, consumed by flesh

purity laid raw entangled in my sin
skin to skin with my obsession
restrained to roil in my transgressions

but soon the light of mourn
will fold itself upon me pardoned
to pray I not be too far drawn asunder
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rob kistner © 2012

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