Monday, October 25, 2010

tender


On the rarest of openings, being
reminded of that gaping tenderness,
too great to blanket or mend,
quickly

An opening with shaking-leaf edges,
the inside is a fact,
a truth-
agape at itself

The beholder becomes an accomplice,
a cursed knower,
reluctant follower
or serene meditation.

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