I clutch this chalice of water
nigh to my intelligence,
All the while knowing is should be
nestled with my essence.
This delicate puddle is clear
to anyone but me…
I see chiseled bits of alphabet skin,
and remorseful hollowed out crumbs of wood.
I see shards of rotten, wet Ritalin,
and wee chinks of strawberry neighborhood.
Lucidity is the key to the heart,
and the opposite is also true.
Let the rain wash intuition apart,
and flooded like is now brand new!
8/14/97
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