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A Cruelty
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All and nothing Differentially,
Faults weren’t yours,
Faults weren’t mine,
It was a general concoction,
We couldn’t align,
Inch by inch,
Foot by foot,
The stars moved aside,
To set space,
For the spike of your shine,
The spike of mine,
Jags and jars,
Hurt near and far,
In General,
In Particular.
I Thought
the poem ended at "particular" - which would be okay too actually. I like the logic of the progression, the way commas end each line. Adored the stars moving aside. - slc
Have re-read with this in
Have re-read with this in mind and have to say 'we know it abides'adds nothing new or different so shall remove at once. Thank you for pointing this out xx