river keeps on running.
While the grave on the hill is upset.
Country kingdoms can contain
the seeds of all regret.
No matter how the detritus
is flung into the flow.
Back it comes to haunt through fields
below man's intersections -
right over all the marks they left in stone .
Seeping back in toxic bursts.
Natural and unrehearsed.
A universal law, too long denied.
In this, there is no innocence.
No alibi contrived into a lie.
No mask of male virility.
A lesson of divinity.
No lesser form would ever do.
The universe runs through
and through us all.
No matter given titles taken.
Beyond the power of wealth
or maidens' quaint surrendering.
Beneath man's secret stealth.
Secreting an essential power.
Creating myths and splitting hours.
It runs right through the everything.
Like tides returning to the shore
that runs right through the evermore.
Taking back the love once given.
Sucking up the freedom shriveled
by too many minds
detached from heart...
? Michaelette ?
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