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In the deepest darkness of the night,
my gut writhes in psychic pain
waiting for relief from my torment.
This sleepless night is haunted
with a rueful chimera
stalked by the ghosts of yesteryear.
My soul cries out for release
from the tempest that has assaulted this very core
standing in abeyance from emancipatory intervention.
My heart longs to be touched gently
and my inner being massaged with sacred hands
that soothe the dislocation of my repose.
Oh that you would reach inside the recesses of my being
corrade the pain that lingers and churns oh so tangibly
and the angst that pierces my belly like a jagged spear.
Peer into my soul and probe what is breached,
mend that which is abraded with your healing touch
so that I awake whole again with the coming of the dawn.
Then I will arise refreshed by the light of day
baptized by the rays of terrestrial sunshine
and all anguish effaced in your shimmering luminance.
Yet now I await for the fourth dimension
to adumbrate my deliverance into a new coordinate
that ascends the mundane workings that torment human souls.
