I'M NOT
SAVED
Never was would be can. The world is
too
big for that - every enticement
known to man
is a slingfest in my face. I hold
the peach-orchard
wine in my Summer hands. I swim in
the sinkhole
by the volcano in Autumn. My
singular oneness
is a wonder to see. Here. Here.
Now.
-
Let me coax you on : let's have a
free-fall where
the badger plays and runs, let's
jump the hoop as
the farmer does his rounds. Look
over the moon
on the other side of midnight -
wax the wane,
see the new sliver.
-
Some men park their cars where they
can find them.
I always hide mine, and leave it
their for days,
knowing I'm not
saved.
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