when your woman deserts you
wherever she might go
you think that you stay hidden
for good
among her belongings
my soul, straighten your knees,
stop the fall,
the decay
stop the sand,
the water
life!
wherever she might go
you no longer matter
not a whit
wherever she might go
you’re not left
anywhere
your birth was
an aberration
an imitation
a negation
wherever she might go,
there’s no place for you to go
Amen!
The path that the soul takes -- Herbert Baglione
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