Day Fold
I allow where my life --
I know where this goes.
I know this is where --
Where what is next
Is worse.
I lose Home; I lose family.
The stars dry up.
I lose my own mansion,
Which gave my grief
A face.
Alone the world glides
To Answers.
The petal, the shtetl
ReplyDeleteThe gnostic, the mantric
The lost, embossed
The drunk, the skunk.
Was there thoughtfulness and peace? Was there foreknowledge and loss? Did scandal find itself within its own closet? I rest my case and belong to lost causes.
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ReplyDeleteThis has been a plea to write something here. Even if it is asusual only I who understand it.