consummatum est (or, "...a mi madre") | a poem by a Faust

Consummatum Est

(...a mi madre)

May this -verse be neither ob- nor con- but, 'cross the uni-,  trans-;

A sword alike the Sonne, whose thorough penetrating fire,

to us two whom yet together trussed become as palms of Hands

that shadow dreaming memory the Moone reflects desire.

for behind all Love is Agency found secret, intertwined

far from distant landed gentle here by now a days' declared

to threaten promise both and each by each as some are minded

only with already having done that been and cared

like receivership Divine from which to benefit if needed

that because it is Divine gives no suspicion ground or reason

let not that language in which meaning must be clothéd to be heeded

be weaponized even as we find declared an open season

a palimpsest forensic revealing oft rescripted roles

words like the soul within us if they could ought not be sold