Hate will lose it
Self-displeased
Against no one
With care to tease
The reek of heaven
Hoped in hell
Quietly a landslide
Stood
Held upon
A weasel root
While a boulder
In a lake
Drained away
Its lapping foot
Hate will bring a self
To bear
To free it’s will
To wander there
Inside a heaven
Hoped in hell
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2015
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