and hate is the cave i built long ago
and peace
is dancing with devils to the music of angels
and dependency
is the sweet tasting wine
that will make a gutter of me
then somewhere
between heaven and hell
there must be a middle kingdom
where souls become laughing walking flesh
and flesh shines
with wrinkles and callouses,
scars and blemishes.
they say that balance
might come in between
one thing and another.
but so too does confusion.
if you've built your house of straw
on the delicate act of balancing
on confusion
then tipping and turning
may not land you right way up again
and the 'fuck it'
sounds like serenity
procrastination like self care
and the different pulls
like something worth listening to.
if love is real
(i know for you it is)
then my soul is already held.
if hate is a cave i built myself
then i can move into a new home
and the dancing devils
can find another partner
then somewhere
between heaven and earth
we can wash ourselves clean
in slightly muddy
but swiftly flowing
waters.
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