Something’s Hidden

I die the multiple—alive, my nightmare. The music, shy of

Mania. Tell the magic, life is completion; and prayer,

Invokes an orchestra. It was so deep, a hidden voice; and

Attic fright, mother’s flame. Tell the psych, I die the

Phantom; and cringe the ghost. She was so eager, my

Debut; and so cultured, my tear. I dare to hide, my father’s

Face; and love aflame, a mother’s grace. He cleaves the

Pain; and joys the sun; and what this mystery: a deep

Release; and no one sees; and no one hears. The mission

Grips the Ghost, an altered flame; and body our fear, a

World of peers. Each individual, a palace; and every heart,

A fortress. What desire, my psych: a manic man; and dare,

Such vision, I stand complete; and never worry, my

Stalwart word; and never retreat, a mission—God.