the Chariot in love
.
you are not a war. there is nothing
to be won here. you asked me once
what my ruin is. what could make me
a monster. I didn’t answer. the answer is,
fear. I am that ordinary. I was born
like this. but I have invented new ways
to pray. the clock is a liar who dissolves
in the light. the shower is resurrection central.
your mouth is a storehouse of surrogate
bones, you grow fruit trees and crocus
in the back of your throat. give me
your moonshoulders, the stars all over
your body, and the keys. hand over
the map. you choose the road. I can keep
both wheels on the ground, I can hold us.
– Marty McConnell
Oh, wow…the magic contained within this….
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