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Holy Family
Your lovers are superficial post cards
You twist every word with your hunger
I am the lion of Libra
You are the silk of a prison
We echo the wars of the flesh
Worldly Egypt
Recluse as guilt
Profound as shame
Now the citadel has a light
The tower is a beacon
High tides bring in ancient prayer
Maybe we can be together
Maybe revelry was only a mask
There in the broken moonlight
There in the despair of self will
We see the truth
Love hides like a broken dream
In this short life you are a friend
Canticles of Joyce
Paris has poetry that haunts me
You are a regal woman of sorrow
Godly sorrow that makes me repent
We are joined like two catacombs
We are the prayers of old fires
Forsake not the assembly of compassion
Insight is a family
We are the Holy Family of deep love
poem
by
Joseph Narusiewicz
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