Ever Present
The immortal
wound it had always been there
Throughout every
age, throughout all of time
Through the
entire universe it is there: the pinning pivot
Turning dead
living toward the source of ever living
wine
Through my every
portal the heavenly strike
The dividing
smite, the flash of light rending me asunder
Wounded of a thorn
in flesh, and immortality for death
The price, the
pivot of life
in spirit and in truth is bliss
Way of inner life:
the fleshly wounding of me to see
Way of inner delight turning
me upside down to know
Precursor of
abundant joy,
ever there my lively thing
Pierced in and
of mortality ever living immortal wound
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