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Oh Night Divine
by Ryan NardiFall on your knees
before the specter of everything,
the Holy Ghost.
There is a voice that never speaks
and yet is whispering in trees.
And it peels the laces from my seams
and rends this skeleton draped with flesh
inebriated to the point of need.
Oh Night!
Oh blackest silence!
The devil is your taunting finger.
Many-Handed,
hands all folded.
Watcher,
watching.
The very air, the black,
the night is watching us.
It does not speak,
and feels nothing.
Quiet Judge.
alien
anxiety
The figure of the end and lord of lies.
You are God and Satan in silent oppression over every moment.
Stranger.
Death.
11/24/2014 Posted on 11/25/2014
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Nardi
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/28/14 at 03:35 PM I love that third stanza. There is such power in the spacing of words in this. This is about the most unique take on the Holy Ghost I've read. Much to consider and reconsider here. Thanks. |
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