The notion
of course
is always inaccurate
he pertains
to a myth of a healer
or at least some
character who
could:
“help pick up
the broken pieces”
yet,
she refused
to accept
initially
as always
Then she gives
the nod
he proceeds
perceives
the fine
points
of
pleasure
A guarantee
of a solemn
vow
of muffled
joys;
the shortest
measure
of eternal
delight.
The notion
of course…
in the dark,
we are one.
-Jay Protacio Mendoza
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OLD SOULS (Poems and other Blurbs)
PoesiaWords and other sounds from an open cavity hole of a man who... after so many years... has finally become old... by Jay Protacio Mendoza
