This Life
This life I yield to you,
engraved in purple prose,
gratis I divest
myself of it's encompass.
It has been my home,
my sanctuary and harbour;
now altruism drapes
it's cloak around your shoulders.
You could grasp it's weave
and knit unruly sinews,
shape the empty flesh,
endow the maiden vessel.
This life I yield to you,
inert and contemplative,
awaits envisioned love
to give it's purpose meaning.
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