It's a two-edged sword:
Sultry and merciful,
a spirit breaker and saving grace,
shattered and redeemed.
The gray vacancy occupied,
then...
planted over with ivy and iris
and fresh new seedling.
Intoxicating, suffocating, captive, fleeting.
Averse to mourning the loss of it,
reluctant dedication of poem, hymn singing
its virtuous, inevitable retreating.
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