Subsidiary Branches

“The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.”

― Plutarch

Anguish
Falling with the weight of incapacity
Agony mixes with absolute tenacity

Like a confirmed conformed angel
Impregnated with the sensation of
Nothingness

Our minds bore unplanned
Parents wearing abortion hoods

Every cry another birth
Another pen
Another book
Another movie screen

Another tragic comedy
Authenticated by laughter
Erupted mid-banal reply
In the executive Meat room

“We’re doing all we can”
Is interrupted by a
Fireworks show
To prove them wrong

They holler at the Mouse
Afraid of its pussy and foot
Kicking with modern
Style

The ass of
Nine opposing lives

This is Love
This is Love
Indignant with Need
Righteous with Want
Love is Terrified
Love is Hungry
Always landing on its Cheese

Thought
If trees were milk and love its curds.

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