Sunday, January 7, 2018

Epiphany Valentine

The uses of evil are one
To spur the various good
But the weight of love
 
Sitting on your chest
Like an old cat
Ready to spring
 
Deeper into inaction
A drowse that forms a ring
The seed of a new body
 
Taking its time to get here
To steal back the heart
From the animality of the world
 
We think we have a childhood
But it only watches and waits
Naked at the end too late

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