to say and not to say some think of as an art
but I can't feel that way
either you express clearly and with an unalterable heart
or you seem to be shuffling cards and in love with your
ability to make things hard, clear yet unclear, even ironic
possibly, negligent.
who wants to hear such music, I would rather listen to clouds
noiseless in the wind they drift but they can
never pretend because they depend on the wind on the God
that made them so and I know that I know that I know
it isn't art it's heartlessness to make people suffer by always leaving them
in uncertainty, in the dark or with the shades half drawn
and lost in the dark blue folds of the day.
mary angela douglas 5 august 2021
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