And then,
from the beauty
of the distant and pregnant horizon,
full of feeling and love…

looms a tower stark
Pillar prick into the sky
that twists or numbs

and love turns sideways
and shunts to the drain
guttering and skuttering
into the dirt.

And once again
love lies discarded
and untouched.


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