Sunday, April 24, 2022

It Will Not Be Neat

 

I met me at the passage in the meadows.

I met me at the gallery; mothers had children

Fathers had cameras, many felt alone.

Some gray cloud, some shadow

And Love was invincible. A superhero

A magnet, one shot is more than human.

Watching is the battle. Perceiving clearly

Is the wolf. Many pictures depict vampire

Eyes—a dance with omens, the devil in the

Quarters, my shadow, her silhouette; given

More, saffron flowers, sufferable destruction.

I met me at the passage in the meadows.

I felt anointed; sent; abandoned at the final

Moment; adrift in cells, asked to relent, if hell

Unleashed commitment. Check the data. I’ve

Been warring for clearance; rain has been huge,

Pluvial uneasiness.  

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