These cavalier thoughts
are the tincture imposed
strictly as an overbearing father
with a beautiful daughter,
fair and pure
as any damsel
to be protected,
the quill of her body
expressing itself
in words of a defiant child.
But the Spirit is God's centrifuge,
reducing the mind to chanting
until the Beloved arises
and takes the day by the hand
like an ordinary rosy sunrise.
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