The Boundless Agape

The Boundless Agape

I suppose that it’s not against the law
To enjoy your own poem
I suppose you could get
Too indulgent
The price of fame
And the gift of anonymity after all
The fall
The redemption
The relativity
The faith the trust the love
The hope

I repeated your name
As if it were the gospel
You held onto me
Like a crucifix

Humiliation is
The pall bearer of duplicity

The rich the poor
The happy the sad
The saint the sinner
The free the enslaved

To the sun and the moon
And to all the extinguished
And extinguishing stars above

In the boundless agape

I suppose it’s not against all the rules
To dream the impossible mystery

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