Hooks...A Poem by Ana B.
I
don’t think I’ve ever tasted This
tart flavor of the thought… Even
eternity can be wasted If
it is avowal that you sought.
Slowly,
climbing those steps, That
hierarchy of the dreams, That
has made us ascetic adepts of
this play. And it’s moving figurines.
But
what can a lone soul want, That
has never been given before? How
much more can a yearning daunt That
heart, that never knew more…
As
I go, burning through life with each breath Closer
to this beloved life’s end… Intuitively
I know that only in death Can
my being truly ascend…
Even
so, can’t stop clinging to life.
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