~ A Dark Lotus For My Tears ~

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Not for love.

Not for the

wanton wind

that is my

gipsy life.

Not for

absence of

rootedness

and withered

cotyledons

slaughtered by

children’s feet,

not the present

though

its acid etches

faithlessness

and apostasy

with a

poisoned

burin of

remorseless

bigotry

deep

where grace

lived

more often

than not,

here near

navel regions

and a

beaten

umbilicus,

nor for the

unwritten

book or a

canvas

I could not

conjure

like the