twice then three
thrice then four
that i have known
the softly hard killing heart!
what shame to have loved
my lover, avaunt!
All eclipses are the graceful
art of the hand of life!
twice then tree
thrice then rope
a bulging knot upon the neck!
and where my tears shall fall
by the grace of wind!
November 1, 2015
A SENTENCE TOO SHORT
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