She... XV

Reflected no mirror remedy,

      She... Is calling my every half broken difficulty in the ruin of this flightless artillery against the air I breathe downed once able no secret wounds are invisibly kept body,  Never a thousand but one single unvocalized time, She calls and I whole clarity of conscience, soul and mind clearly committed to her, For she is that which is divine. 

In lieu of,
Her every day returning!