Let love free
(the wisest art)
---original poetry---
O - warm revelations
Alive in the glory of the heart,
Pyric with shared affection–
May you never die.
First let me die, left to drown
In the overwhelm of your perfection.
Such a death is truest life;
Such a life, death to feeblest lie.
Misunderstandings scatter,
The blue smoke of burnt seed;
Ethereal scarecrow ~ Vicious ghast
Dissolve - Begone - Berating gloom
Disassume - Bereaved - Gestating smog
I banish ye - I summon hope–
My friends, my loves,
My summer slope.
O scalding sun!
The soul to glaze:
Bright potter, fire me true, I pray
To scuplt - to swell - in fine array
To scribe - to slake - my longing pain
I yearn - such anguish in beauty lain
My loves, again, come now, depart.
To let love free, the bitt'rest, yes–
Yet sweet and wisest art.
Written by
1/3/18
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