(un)titled ode XXVII

she
is a comet
that races
through
my mind
when
it is too quiet
a
blinding blaze
that
suffuses me
with
heavenly
radiance

when it is too loud

which it often is

she
is a comforter
draped
across
my mind
to
muffle the voices
of
doubt
and
shame

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