GOSSAMER (A Sonnet Loop Poem)

What breath in this chest I take
Take like the night at Dawn's wake
Wake as eyes must at our birth
Birth and pulse of a Heart's worth...

What shame I now must hold and own
Own as ball to chain, as flesh to bone
Bone deep to have been wrongly had
Had like used knick-knacks, paddy-whacked...

And yet, what colors made a learned soul
Soul as bright as faithful to All who's Whole
Whole of the infinite universe made absolute
Absolute to know my love blind and my hate mute

No one to speak to, no words for proof
Proof of life pursuant to heaven's roof
Roof without a room for an emperor
Emperor, what I am but a seed to a conifer

What am I to you, who dresses his sons in gossamer?