Asunder Passion
sometime as in thoughts
i receive your visit
out of of the blue
with distinctive fanfare
as if the lilting skies
shoulder a great return
of rain
to an earth
parched with impediments.
of a starved landscape
and your body are plants,
new born babies, pedagogue institution of
sex and love and animal magnetism,
the very essence
of life forms,
fragmentation reconstituted
from a broken hospice, without,
like a church and God?
to populate this postulated
dilemma,
this dreary isolute
of this diffident persona,
in hope of asunder passion.
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