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TWELFTH NIGHT OF EPIPHANY
TWELFTH NIGHT OF EPIPHANY
As the wind troughs itself through a hollow log and
Howls through the whorl of a conch shell, the night
Sieves into the Twelfth hour of his epiphany.
Haunting were his memories of how this girl could
Alleviate the weight of his darkness in this hour; what
Unrecognizable light could lift the night into an uproar.
O the dark wind howling through the conch vivified him
In a way that sounded like shrieks of delight instead of
A dirge for the requiem of his forgetfulness of love.
Suddenly, he gained insights into the starry constellations
As he saw it reflected in her countenance and then understood
The night indeed was a curtain of the abatement of love.
The curtain drawn, by her tender mercies, allowed him to
Once again experience a fruitful fullness; her light entrance
Was the ignition that convulsed him out of all deadening.
She summoned him out of all his previous dark consorts
And old terrors by the gentleness of her touch; his shocked
Heart seeks no retreat from this night of consummate relief.
What shadows did she expunge from his young veins that the
Neptune in his blood unhooked the trident that so pierced his
Heart by the world that knew not the Twelfth Night of Epiphany.
