Thursday, April 7


lighted lady, eyes undone, oracular spectacular
lashes shading, tried to run, feathered in your scapular

your yawning wings, beata lux, your whitest cloth so fine
your gilded form, your curse so warm, conviction ever thine

the falcon’s form in serpent green a radiant, emerald jewel
the malleable dreams of sainted souls turn hearts to kind from cruel

most cherished clarity, benevolent charity, chose to veil your sight
the vision of an earthly world abhorred and turned to night

now blood in radiant array adorns the snowy skin
the orbs of lucid Lucy with her palms are one-fourth in

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