this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ars poetica
A Conceit
Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.
For me
Give me your hand.
Maya Angelou,
A Conceit
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