Well and Good

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Well and Good

 

 

I could never tell

how deeply goes the well

I’ve never fallen

so deep I couldn’t

find my feet true

or entirely swollen false

with newfound swell

after breaking cold links

in icy avarice

with my reflected perception

drowning me holding

a pillow of silence

over my prayers of fear

unbecoming me

and Gods know where

and every wear

and well worn

tear appeared

shattered lost menagerie

of a meager collection

I held too dear

went up in flames

celestial desire for

greener pastoral

 

for knowing

for seeing

for not being

small or big

enough to turn

the volume

down or off

and now pink

crocodiles

cannot flood

this covenant

to carry me deeper

ever ‘til Love’s Ending,

 

 

 

 

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