Today's poem is by A. V. Christie
I am the ornate seemingly lacquered-shut chrysalis
in one exquisite dark corner
of the manor house's second thoughts.
Keep telling me
a god's embrace is never fruitless.
I don't care what I turn to.
I overhear the wan and comedic,
the water near through the pipes.
I sense on some cellular level
how I'll be ultimately
a dappled, erratic thing.
And know I won't be laughter.
Copyright © 2004 A. V. Christie All rights reserved
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