by Asta Dido
Prime 12
When the heart is broken in love
The pain one feels is the crying
Of the unborn child
I cry for my unborn
Prime 11
We all live in two worlds
One reality
One fantasy
Some more in one
And less in the other
Happiness can be living in both at once
Fun can be pushing both the their limits
When you meditate on every word spoken
None said right
All painfully wrong
Each leading to anguish
The feeling is a passage into the fire of one’s soul
Each try at love is a try for a child
Is not the child a duplication of one’s self
Is it the pride and a bid for immortality
Like the feeling of oneself doubled forever
The ambition of all ancestors pushing
striving
the body of the body fulfilled
the eternal question answered
At least partially
The consummation is only the brief joy
Of the total reward
It is keenly felt and only at this moment
And at birth
painfully
At least partially
For all too much to be given at once
The eternal joy of love has a reason
It is thus
Payment in full awaits time
If ever…
Prime 0
Two Wounded Soldiers Talking
Why, why, why trickle
I think I'm going to die
trickle
Stick your finger in the hole
and let me die in peace
Why me
trickle
Anti War?

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