If
I could lend you one small
bit
of an infinity I would.
(You
wouldn't have to give
it
back.) It might cast just
the
needed spell of letting
you
believe that all is now
and
always will be well.
There
is something bright –
ungovernable
– volatile in
you
called life. Now you
fight
it, try to slice it with
a
mental knife: to split it
into
good guys, bad guys,
brutal
lessons to be learned.
If
you could borrow from me
one
small bit of an infinity
(you
wouldn't have to give it
back)
you mightn't think that
safety
in the soul could
only mortally be earned.
.
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