Analogy

as i lay amidst
tempered ginko shadows
hyper against that eddying sky
of dis-enthralling,
clouds
of self betrayment

i thought of
lying midst warmed night grass,
legs and heads
skyward;

eyeing the low tempest
that bred in our cores.

i could have
grabbed at that greyed green branch
and handed you a handful
of crimson stamens
to show my simple, homely love.

but that red, tome-like shadow
rested its dead weight of resentment
on this animal body

anchoring it to attachment.

the brotherhood clear,
this dead weight head sank
indulgent in breathing
indulgent in night light.

this fragility analogised
in that juncture pointed
below that civic sliver of entwined humanity;
punctuated by that lone black robot suitcase,
isolated in its un-giving.

i felt that pain, that frustration,
that turmoil of cycles
of mutuality,
of people;
their hidden agendas.

the basked path breathed
its warmth upwards
forcing that russian steppe cold fire
that brewed a foetus' life long
to the wedge on this shoulder,
to the grey haloed hearts
then.

then,
the tome spell was broken;
the resentment sought solace,
the loyal sought company,
and this wild fire sought implosion
in passing on the burden

that was the red tomb of resentment.

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