Infants of Love
The hamsters
of the
mind clot
your free-
flowing thought.
Impediments
rise up
like avatars.
Turn it
this way
turn it
that
spin it
round like
a top it
always loses
momentum &
falls down,
the fragile
dancer of
innocence.
The only
membrane
of protection
is recognition,
& it
wears thin
with time.
In march
the storm
troopers of
an orderly
world &
snatch up
the infants
of love.
