A Religious poem

Sin
separates
from the Mother.

How
will you ever
know our prophet
if you think
with the mind of an animal?

You
hold spiritual elevation
within yourself
but blocked
and dimmed
seeping quietly
through gaping pores.

You
feel the lack,
You
feel the fear
but you
don't call it
what it is
the void is
her mightyness.

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