Dissent

DISSENT

No different, tantamount to her;

The one subsists thought to have died.

Plaintive moments blossom weeds;

Regenerate reveries petrify.

Free! it told her . . . Free! it said.

She, on knee, the pensive nun—

Now disabused, the guilt sets in.

Though love persists, she misses one.

The planes of heart, unparallel

To those of mind (the lunar core),

Span distances, make corners cruel

And then dissent, shape paramours.

Desiccated, wizened fault!—

Engenders posthumous desire,

This nascent creature, filling roles,

Weeps to feel this ember’s fire. 

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