any number of things with my love
is there anything more flexible
than the human being
yet so slow to reverse course
when heading toward an abyss
think how many close calls
there are in a single day
you’d think we’d get used
to anxiety and desperation
but that love keeps coming back
what does it want love
to be tied to a post and whipped
yet what beautiful thing
has not come from great suffering
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