intelligent grace

Hyacinth garden

frayed soul in dilapidated presence
do not turn self into secret sorrow

at dusk
the onset of insidious
the shifting dark
those unconscious noises
sharp words

then followed by detrimental sophistry

insults will not pass
chased and harried
thoughts here, anxious

and headaches thundering

below the pain of human love
your changing face
untapped spirit of true intelligent grace

where you stand

to make a defensive offense
feet are firm
and not on shifting sand

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