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The Vagaries
"The Vagaries"
You could go all Zen over Me,
I’d listen studiously, then, spit it out
like cherry seeds for integration
the flesh of it all,
"The Past", savoured;
"The Future",
for lame time-wasting
poetic rebels pretending
to be connoisseurs, parlaying -
"The Now", struts irreverently,
dealing its Bolchevistic
cards
and there sits You,
holding the mirror for Me,
expelling Your koans let loose
the sound of One hand clapping,
without the other, but still
you hear it, the sound
Love,
swimming
through the vagaries
Integrity,
Love is
holding Her tight
vagaries
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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Lady Labyrinth
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