If I keep trying
to turn this solitude
to fit me it’s not
I’m not nice enough
about it it’s somewhere
in the middle of the
suffering-happiness
cul-de-sac of the movement
where thinking about it
gets so impressed
with itself it forgets
humility must serve
the lord of love
you must be my best
enemy at times as I’m
called to be yours.
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