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By Cire Nehtrow Date: 2007 Feb 01 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.01.07.43.9478]] |
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Lost in clichés, her day to day life, “Love isn't enough” or “You can't go back”. Would it be enough for your child, their life? Would innocence veer you from heartless tack? Forsaking, forgetting, the love that we share. “Past tense” for her she chants to herself Mantras for hearts that don’t want to care, Sad selfish digging, love buried for self. That self that hunts lust and money and fame, The self that leaves children alone in a home. Creating more self’s self-serving but lame, Lame in the soul and the hearts’ empty home. Toting some book or some fad or some scrip Self propped by talismans, portents, and signs. Wind in the sails of that doom-ruddered ship Twelve knots unto deaths’ bony reefs in rue time. |