Advice for Beginners
a note to my younger self
Never trust a love that rushes into
moments unaware of sacred things like
dappled sun and birds at rest in high tree
tops orchestrating springtime’s soon debut~
never trust a love that thrusts its sharp spike
into softened flesh to possess the key
that opens innocence to roguish rot,
that seeks to lock you in a cage of psych-
opathic greed and maniac decree
of monolithic sacrifice, give thought;
know yourself ~ stay free!
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