Come, Mystery Love

May mother love from your
master matrix maker Love
move me to mercy.

Love, be my momentum,
memory’s mirthful membrane,
mourning’s mentor, melancholy’s muse.

Come, Mystery Love, from
music’s unmeasured margins;
be muscles’ mantra.

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