Tartarian Heart

To you I give away my reins, I stall

my boiling blood. Breath leaves in quiet

exhalations, fury like a tide recedes.


Your waxing light I so desire, and yet

autonomous contempt remains within

my heart, unquelled and dissonant. For what?

For flowers in the daily Spring? The moon

lit kiss? I will do what you want me to do,

and so cut down awareness too acute.

The End

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