love testA Poem by h d e rushinturns to the moon as if it alone is the true arbiter the prepotent stallion of uncertain ancestry, that without compromise takes our little wishes our petty heartaches in the wombs of it's little spirit men filled with the juice of the ancients who themselves couldn't stomach pain or distance or even the death of a loved one so encased their cats in a minor sarcophagus at the feet of the dead pharaoh who in life confused mass with mixture (the sun going down with the failure of crops). Now, who will give freely to their Cordelia the painful corolla, the intoxicating moonseed smooth as a sealed garment? Who plays Lear in his bright red montmorency in this final test of love? the end.
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