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Amid Our Covenant To Which We Held Firm
Should the distance of death separate us,
Will you remember what I did right?
Forget my many mistakes we discussed.
Can you render trivial our old slights?
Putting what really mattered out of sight,
From time now on I will do this for you,
Offer unto me the same true delight,
Your promise kept each and every night,
When the truth of your feelings will come to light.
A vow made by you to me yesterday
Amid our covenant to which we held firm,
Sworn oaths whispered from Monday to Monday,
Hearts tested much, not to be disallowed,
Let not that distance separate us now.
A Fragile Peace
Hearts of glass, items
like glassblowers create.
New sculptures blown,
bubbles popped, armistice frail, for us.
A fragile peace,
with wineglasses as truce,
and the battle turns quiet.
There’s no more brittle bloodshed,
in faint and thin delicacy.
Pray the flimsy, clear sculpture holds,
and thin skin grows thicker with time
Oracles of Apes
We need stories.
Stories about the world:
To provide insight,
To counsel,
That use lies to tell the truth,
but in the process don’t hurt our hearts,
to dream the improbable.
Stories with characters come to life,
that will perpetuate ideas,
and shape the world.
Books as shrines,
carrying tales
which stand the test of all lifetimes.
And the end of every story
will only happen
when the last one to remember it
takes that last breath.
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