Friday, July 15, 2011

The High End of Low

Her eyes,
Her cold empty eyes.
They were reaching into me,
Emptying me.
And it was her,
But it wasn't her.
She was in a circle,
And everything I was,
Was taken from me.
Naked I came from my mother's womb,
And naked shall I return.
The Lord gave,
And the Lord has taken away.
As it seemed good to the Lord,
So also it came to pass.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
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