The heart has no idea of the vigilance present
each morning
the mind must court constant despair and threat
of ruin while guarding
a vast kingdom of kindness
armored in solid emotional steel
before we fall
victim to the blade
that will cleave the beating,
the motion of the traveler,
blood from bone,
muscle from gristle
until we are all free to love
what we love
and give the keys
to the angels
armed with arrows
and flattery.
A simple poem
for all the love
in the heavens--
singing until you know
better.
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