Alteration Found

Let me now admit that the marriage of two minds
came without impediment, much. Who knows
exactly why it was such, except that the neurons
seemed to know exactly where they wanted

to go, past stars and tempests. Beyond brief
hours and weeks, until by now there is little
relief from the dendritic march. I cannot, want not
to roll up the surprising sacred pathways,

retrace, erase this hopeless tangle,
these rivulet reaches of love.


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Blogger Miriam said...

Oh L.L., this is beautiful. I love Sonnet 116. And to think of it this way towards the Lord... breathless. I want to be ever tangled up with Him too.


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