The Lie of the Sacred Object

The little voice saysSomewhere in a mall,A car dealershipOr real estate catalogueLies the thingYour heart has been longing for.Somewhere out thereIn the arms of a loverOr the companionship of a friendIs the total acceptance you crave.Nay friend,You won’t find it encodedIn another stamp on your passport,And when your excursion in natureComes to an endYour longing […]

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