Conceived as soul immersed in Heaven's luminescent womb,
but never free the stain from lure of forbidden shadows,
quill, trembling from infusions of ethereal incandescent,
writes the silvery stanzas, obediently,
shackled dutifully to ink well of numinous transcendence.
Exhaling the nights that mar with darkest doubts,
unable to restraint the fire
burning uncontrollably inside from an eternal torch,
glowing forth in verse images of starburst signets in karmic sight,
taunting to the core with a glimmer of divine radiance.
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