Collapsed into a gentle tender lamp-
shade piece of floor that holds up my spent frame
with warm light shining on my ardent heart—
missing, resuming sweet unconscious paths
in soul mate on fire woods of potent calm.
The love of you that keeps me from the harm,
I lay and don't obey but bring you back
to suffering heaven skies under attack.
This is it, the feeling, the fit—
never doubt the truth of it,
universality nothing more,
but flipped up pristine love
of clanging bare true
feelings on the floor.
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