Day 9: Ivorian Sonnet

Though it may seem an illusion in kind
Opulent decoration of mind
The feeling which frequent arises
Gathered in clouds among starless nights
When fast silence stills small contrivance.
Dispensing in petty collections
From pedestals crafted upon air
In words without meaning, connection.
Wounds opened with pleasure, to fester.
Summon demons to render surprises
Sacred teachings encoding design
Hewn stone inner form protected layer
Elegant escape into flights
Seeking peace on the path to completion

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