Sonnet of the Well

I sang a hopeless prayer
into a well of forgotten saints
and it’s turning echo painted
a thousand voices on the air
and this became a legion choir
sacred and unholy heard
sung so loud that every word
burned the sky as Atar’s fire
but in the quiet darkened walls
from the ancient well below
a single word, the last echo
to the burning heavens called
and this entreaty to above
a simple plea, to gods, for love.


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