These tiny gods come and go
unannounced,
as easily as they please
in their inconsiderable
incarnations,
as easily as gnats
or flies through screens
and they’ll please,
but not easily,
and only if you don’t try,
to hold them too close
to your fruit-like heart,
on knotted strings
and silvery chains.
1 comment:
A lot going on here: hearts like fruit, spirits like gnats, the gorgon heads that are the idylls of the tribes.
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