The Kind Cage of Belief

Hand found hurled

listening to a string play the wise wish,

when it starts to rumble

the little plateaus of love and attraction, and

a chasm chisels into the warm heart a dagger;

the silence follows off nibbled leaves and fresh flowers.

Undone by grizzly desires, now it comes to pass

as labyrinth leaves a door open,

a pause to push for a pace to outlaw the jab.

From the spine to the buttocks, bottom line surrenders

and must it wire into the wicked, a cage propped to scare;

lest where the screeching line comes to an end, a nobody takes a stand

 

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017

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