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The Transformation
Solitude
I remain free
my own lost saviour
a follower of no-one
sorcering a new novena.
Awakening
I still storms
in steadfast spirit
a respectable sinner
proclaiming the illicit.
Doubt
I demure uncertain
face reveals and veils
heart throes stone to flesh
keeping close my seven devils.
Fortitude
I am graced
with all v...
Sunday 18th September 2016 9:14 pm
Solitude
I remain free
my own lost saviour
a follower of no-one
sorcering a new novena.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 31st July 2016 2:33 pm
Preaching
Acquire my peace within yourselves
She is nobody’s disciple,
a dither of image and noise,
amongst everybody’s daily causality.
No crowds will gather,
as she looks into the eyes,
that lie tied, and tired in front of her.
She is every colour
of skin, every age, every weather,
every obedience and whim, with no morality.
Dwelling in a magdala
of imm...
Sunday 20th March 2016 6:19 pm
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