Paradox
The heart is a wonderful thing
when in control and on fond
path – the heart is a fickle-thing,
sometimes confounding
its fore and aft – the heart
is a fierce competitor, when
afire, fearing not God nor Devils --
the heart is a repentant thing, a
foolish thing, Victor and Victim
of its own undoing. The heart,
its own praise and excuse…
a fruit tree~ with a dangling noose.
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