This moment
goes here
the next
is uncertain
impossible
to define
too close
to be objective
too fluid
to embrace
I harbor
injurious thoughts
sometimes
cradle them
when love
is ingravescent
and meek
and the night
insurgent
and ingurgitating
inhabits
my soul
Love it. The last stanza is gripping.
ReplyDeleteWhat is ingravescent, master?
ReplyDeleteSomething that has become heavy and worse, like a disease...
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