The AudienceA Poem by PerditionA sip a breath and then madness How often we live without where the color of summer grows wild and the autumn apple still nesting in the branch nothing but grief to settle us nothing but joy You came looking But no I did not hold a key I did not grant forgiveness for the promise you had already broken And to you my little one like the gray fox of the morning whispering enumerates looking for syllables that still may be asking you tried not to laugh but then the language cured and you understood I had heard you listening I too had felt the painful love In every newness there is a drink of gold a wanting of life and a painful paradise insatiable as the dark hands of the audience © 2023 PerditionReviews
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