Bonfire poetry

Poem for the Fire

Eyes blinded by smoke
Dream small, live small.
Strike down hope.
Keep walking.

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Atonement? Try Love

For best atonement, try love.
Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins...
And so on.
Who needs a confession?
Each new lover a sacrament,
In their body the communion
Is made; the sacred link
Between you and the endless
Succession of others
Between you and the Other;
Between you and the world.

Who can intercede for you now?
You've built walls out of bodies
And seem quite happy in your little house.


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... are always done in the dark

These things are best done in the dark.
Spot in my eyes I speak to the darkness
Speak to the darkness within each of us
A quiet space for listening
A little space for truth to speak
Truth is always spoken
In darkness.