Zz 322 I May Be Blind

Poem By Edward Wright Haile

It may be destiny. That sounds like clocks
are intersecting while discussing me.
I may be blind when I alone can see
myself in ultraviolet. Thus fate knocks.

Nobody ever loved that didn’t leap.
Unlove says those who do are mad or crazy.
So be it. Unlove’s opinion doesn’t phase me.
It’s now or never and back among the sheep.

Who knows until he’s given every scrap
of heart and soul for love, thrown to the winds
caution, security, job, home, and friends?
They think surrendering is just a trap.

I think it is a subtle form of greed,
this always talking others out of their need.

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