Coconut

 


In the depth
of cynical heart,
Where a pulse
lies still yet alive,
Surrounded by
shrivelled shell
is a want eternal.
Tempered by time,
polished you might say,
its lustre is subdued,
unshouting and unblinding.
Perfect light, illuminating,
Coolly bracing.
But,
only behind the walls
that heaven might not
tear down, nor man.
Might, but may…


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