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Insight
Aahhh… I do see it!
The last time we had the wine
You had asked me to look,
You told me “all’s fine”.
I was to see the broken cup,
The breaking vessel holding
That be relationships
Are held up –it’s unfolding.
The fragile earthen, concave form
Which holds the faith but sheds the scorn.
It is an art, but should ne’er be adorned
Lest handy it dare be felt.
I see the cracks leak Passion & Desire,
Neither of which abound.
Because when kind hopes & dreams do not bind the clay
Passion & Desire are not found.
