Mischief Intercession

(not my place)

 

I hope she is okay

I pray she is okay

Like victims from a fire

That was our time together

I bear what I should bear

And should know more

 

I should not take the lead

Unless it’s time

That is the bearing of our time

Now fluid and porous

Like a dam built by fish

Whose instinct is to do another

I suppose out of desperate

Ignorance, they could simply

Swim into the opening

Thus making something,

Knowing from a spirit

(even zeitgeist)

That something has to change

 

I should have given more over to

Sacrifice

We both could have followed service

Better than the pronouns

We kept separate

As in a box that will not open

Forget the need for opening to pleasure

And pleasure’s change,

Inspiration

 

Well, this was a prayer

Still is

I hope she’s okay

I pray she is

 

C L Couch

 

 

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