I know (that) you know (that) I know
A never ending round
Repetition its only gambit
Automaton snagged on a curtain
Last call resounded months ago
Years now that you ask
And forever since what you say
Cuts through to reach us here
To save dear ones the trouble
Some people build their own casket
Perhaps this is love This box
My gift to you To keep us safe
On the label we print
Daedalus
Block letters in black ink
YOU ARE READING
Out of this Earth
PoetryMusings on the luminous sometimes whimsical world of human love: Bring your heart to the Garden for a feast of Earthly delights but come prepared for unexpected twists and dark turns along the way.
