Reflection in contentment
Jeremy1012
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This was unnamed until I felt happy enough to post it 
Taking a leaf out of Wordsworth's book and going for the recollection in tranquillity thing.
I cannot be a receptacle for you,
Opulent, wisp of perfection
blowing through me like a caress
of falling knuckles, fistbeat and tearing hairs
and groping fingers, nail on skin,
smile on heart, burden on shoulder
I can't be your crutch, won't hold
this under, I ask only to be able
to walk away, but I won't.
I know this, I always have
Forever will? I quiver,
answer when you call me hither,
hate you for my troubles,
desire you in spite,
Despair of all.
Taking a leaf out of Wordsworth's book and going for the recollection in tranquillity thing.I cannot be a receptacle for you,
Opulent, wisp of perfection
blowing through me like a caress
of falling knuckles, fistbeat and tearing hairs
and groping fingers, nail on skin,
smile on heart, burden on shoulder
I can't be your crutch, won't hold
this under, I ask only to be able
to walk away, but I won't.
I know this, I always have
Forever will? I quiver,
answer when you call me hither,
hate you for my troubles,
desire you in spite,
Despair of all.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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