I
the flesh
fails to grasp
the things we do
or the things
we do not say
it merely acquiesces
and only
invisible seams
leave room
for us
to breathe
to explore
II
This is
to assure you
that when jealous night
gave me over
in shackles to
the officious dawn
for further interrogation
I did not
tell them
anything about you
that would be treason
and, any way
they will find you
eventually
II touches a chord in my soul. But I surely hope they do NOT find him... at least for me...
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