Sunday, July 31, 2016

Young Valentine

How can it be that one-
Half of our existence
Knows so little about
The other half or
Even denies it exists

Or that we ourselves
Close the door to the great
Secrets of life out of fear
Pride and willed ignorance
All of which wears a tragic sheen
Unless there’s some wisdom at work
That knows we would be shattered
By too much radiance at once
So it feeds us in tiny morsels
Like the hummingbird her young

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