…too old to have left it ajar…

a violent wind has blown in through the careless door

willingly it trapped itself within my four walls

not at all concerned about wearing itself out with time

nor eager to repair the travel path of its turmoiled home 

when it was done with me

nothing was left beyond the flesh

a mere frame twisted to a selfless self

having prostrated itself on the mat of primal love

~ September 30, 2015

 

michelangelo-buonarroti-study-of-a-mourning-woman-1493-97-pen-and-brown-ink-heightened-with-white-1352415263_b[Image Credit: Michelangelo Buonarroti, “Study of a Mourning Woman“]

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