Listen Mother
Routes of an empty cause got idolized by you,
who expected my next miracle, to emerge true
Equatorial starry skies my light, in darkness,
and I trusted your words in colder vastness,
Away from enthalpy, a rudder to pilot in storms,
in Northern Ranges a nautilus of deathly cross
to wear around my cause and all missed sins
alive solitude in my dreams, and my routines,
working hard to prove myself to me, star quilt,
the winds to cry, oppress my sobs, and guilt,
and dreams, and you upon the emptiness of frost,
dimmers of light, causes lost, your face foremost,
Listen Mother! There is a gate to the open whole
of a celestial call! !
Dim - lesser hope to admit - my impassable feast,
to shine in your altered stages of mind and mist..
The stairs upwards to holiness, spread indistinct,
and that astound smile of once, just be extinct,
Maybe I was one more loss, and imperceptibly,
offered to me my constant grit, conceived of glee,
Listen Mother! There is a gate to the uppish whole
of a celestial call! !
Listen Mother! There is a gate to a blackened whole
of a celestial call!
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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