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Oifia
Mute goddess of tender grace
says all without lifting the lips of her face
Omniscience her dance
omnipotence her smile
Her eyes destroy worlds
With kindness for guile
The 88 of split infinity
Her wings the breaking of heaven to dust
of stars, sparking souls again and again
coming to life, coming in life
She is Ama's wings, and Ama's grace
Monarch butterfly
Softer than lace.
She binds the world in terrible fate
laughing child, stronger than chain
She dances nude and pride and innocent
peerless, sublime
She fetters all souls with purity of mind.
Dare trust again
She mocks and smirks
Dare love Ama
With all your worth
Shed guilt and guile
Simply bleed
The advisers advise
Pay them no heed
Obey your heart
Trust only in this
The depth of your brow
The fresh of my kiss
I the tender all
Break you like grass
Tie you like flowers
Command you with laughs
You shiver to your pith
At my giggling grace
Until you forget your misdeeds
And recall your true Face.
Amen and Vivoce.
-- R ᴤ88s Я --
Perfection Is Easy
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