to death, a sonnet
A fear as frank as frankness be
I hold within this frame so dear;
so dear please hold me, till this dark is past
_____— till the darkness passes mine eye.
But to be so engraced I know I must face
_____– and lose-
___________to this spectre this prospect requires.
O this still darkest night, I lie here betwixt
competing rays
__________of glory’s gaze.
One lies ahead; one lies to my face
___both wooing and charming a choice from my hands:
___________to re-seize and be lived,
___________or release and be sieved?
[read my other Holy Week poetry here]
[image by Mark Rothko]
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