Passion Like Tinder
Are we better than we need to be,
where does the overage go
Does it store and recycle, to be on call,
or is it something that nobody knows
In our quest for perfection, humanity cries,
as passion like tinder is thrown
Flames circling the bed where we dream through the night
—burning everything into unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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