My Love

And today against everything the dry well at the bottom of the heart
An incomplete deck of playing cards sleeps in the clenched jaws
Of a monk’s severed hand: I mean … . Oh well … . My Love … .
The bruise will stop by later as I walk in the real world but (again)
Into its deserts, its absurdities

 
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from THE SCND VRSE of MY LFE

That according to The Book of Kings the owls are not what they seem though one might still come to judge by playing the harbinger and (yes) entering Heaven by ‘fire.’ It was ‘by fire’ that Elijah (אֵלִיָּהוּ) defended the train and rite... Continue →