AutomatonJune 16, 2020
Sun scorched is this barren plain,
Hot air rises
And burns every soul,
A hell-fire burns in the midst of us-all,
Scalded, injured, in ignominy
All these creatures move,
Bent bodies, stooping heads
With contorted expressions
Is how they groove.
We while away our time
Twisting and turning in our own skins,
Molting it with uncertain whims,
Until that day when Eternal beauties like you descend.
That primordial light before the concept of time emerged
Had weaved but your dress,
Blackness of the times
Before that first light blazed trail
Adorns those wave like curls,
Your personage casts shadows of blissful brilliance
With it suffused is every accursed
Bathing in this heavenly spell.
I am but one of those millions Madam Celestial
Endowed who is with a very special fate,
To know you
To touch and hold
Your very soul
Is how Providence
Has repaid me for all my travails.
It's incredible how someone like you
Will choose someone like me
To save from that infernal flame,
You peer into my eyes
And all my pains subside
Flooded with all that oozing kingdom come,
The wounds heal that very instant
And I, Body-empyreal, an automaton
Become a living Human.