Vicarus
A #poem in two parts
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i.
The candles’ wax
has dripped and run,
smoke cataracts
still cloud wicks’ suns
and shafts of light
through windows barred
are faded, slight
like the penitent’s scars
as he sits there
in his cell, alone,
on barren chair,
his lonely throne.
🧵👇🏼
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ii.
In Aquitaine
his Lady dwelled,
he sang her name,
two souls rebelled.
He soared the skies
like her loyal dove,
with wingèd cries
of secret love.
Yet pride’s bright fire
consumed his name,
his song’s desire
came down aflame.
Still candles glow
though wings lay burned;
love’s ember-glow
was never spurned,
her love remains
despite decay:
He sings — refrains —
by candle-day.
✋🏼🧵
Jack Groundhog 📷📸🪶