Being married to wisdom means
Wisdom can be my only love,
Jealous as she’s become,

Any involvement with the world
Is a betrayal of my oath,
My allegiance,
My unswerving commitment
To her night,
Deep beyond the starlight
She summons me,
And I attend
Her penitential dark mass,
With all of her judges, patriarchs
And kings,
Who kneel upon her mat,
Where dire entities
Of Solomon’s furthest unknown

Yet imminent is the dawn,
Stealthily, slowly
The night decays,
Particle by particle
Seeping in through the walls,
The veils,
Notion by infinite notion,
The shrines of blackness are displaced
And we become flooded
Bathed, illuminated,
A sudden, hopeful brushstroke
Of sunglow atop indigo;
A humble, irrepressible puja,
A dhuni blaze,
A salutation,
A bequeathal, a betrothal, a resurrection
To her impossible masterpiece.

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