III
Severed
Like an umbilical wound
From my nuptial ecstasy
Fled from the scene
Like a babe in red
Groping
For the mythical union
Of souls been riven
Spying remedy or cure
Inwardly I bled
Strength
I find in my inner being
When past offences
Resume their place—
Impervious to their dread.
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