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I
Within the glistering light of Zohar
The tattered book of creation remains
An infinitude revealing judgments
Through living souls and philosophical eyes
Upon the altered choices
Knowing truth remains to be seen
While the archaic seeress returns visions
Whispering esoteric clarity and absolution
I open the surety of their book of mysteries
Veiled in thick garments of unmistakable allegory
Touched by the veracity of spiritual tongues
They plucked me from the relic’s ugly thorn bush
Placing me inside the protection of the sacred oak grove
I light a match in your name…
Poetry by Victoria L. McColley
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