Agna

To those who loath treason in a deliverance,
and find deliverance in a treason.

* * *
one thing
always follows another...

like a thread of pearls
promptly locked on a chain,

or like the rushing colors
on your silk scarf
where the peacock-blue
flows into the diamond-green...

or like the countries on your globe,
both attached
and disjoined
by the borders...

so they all:
the lands,
the pearls,
and the colors ---

they come,
and they rise,
and they reign,

ruling us
but eternal apprentices
of the ultimate,
treacherous art,

the art
of letting them go...


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