Lesson 21
Love set you going like a fat gold watch,and nobody is original. Each face fair hip
and thigh you’ve rocked will lead you back
to the beginning.
Each fall is failure, wherein
is found grace. Love is a circle cut into crops.
Each love is a dare, dare you accept
the alien that often accompanies loss;
for within that loss is the nugget that
continues the circle lest it stop;
for if it does then the sentence ends
and no circle should have a full stop.
Instead invert it. Turn it to the side
and see it for what it really is:
A vortex spiraling to the center
of the universe, where God is.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-10-28 at 05:37
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