Today is restful
In the folds of a dream, they say
mercy is forgiveness
How entreating!
Portia pleads with the Merchant of Venice
They are voices belonging to the wise
Now, they call
mercy: the swollen lens
How imploring!
The ignition to dried neural networks
Dormant is a word that can’t cope
There is too much fire
The attributes of God
are engaging
Love and compassion are seen in the glares