Fill me with refracted light
A snickering cynic's path
Evened watered fertilized
To bear shrubs of hope
Shrubs that turn into weeds
Swallow precious spaces
Guffaw, mock
What I find is not the solitude I seek
Shovelling for my cove
In your shoulder -
A haloed moment of truth
Hovers, teases
And you flow into me
As sure as the river into the sea
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