infants of love

Infants of Love

The hamsters
of the
mind clot
your free-
flowing thought.

rise up
like avatars.

Turn it
this way
turn it
spin it
round like
a top it
always loses
momentum &
falls down,
the fragile
dancer of

The only
of protection
is recognition,
& it
wears thin
with time.

In march
the storm
troopers of
an orderly
world &
snatch up
the infants
of love.

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