ekkis
+
poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Interlude
when gone am I, in no stead found across the eleven continents then shall I have stolen myself from the sight of almighty God absconded to the ravishing darkness of the child the morning lights and so having taken flight shall I linger in blackest honesty but for wish hitherto unuttered shall I never look back upon my days nor long for my former self in the everlasting absence of His word but for a single thought I harbour that no solace shall thou find do I tarry with thee in His light and the voluptuousness of thy milieu and thus I am reclaimed, salvaged if for only this brief, sweet interlude that in thine eyes finds expression in thy tender breast a gentle home were it not for thee my love and thine irresistible pulchritude solely the wintry embrace of obscurity would for me remain [20-V-2020]
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