A Curse and a Blessing


Tend not to near me;
rather tend away,
and what you tend may it attend
only the tenacious dark you carry
in the untended garden of thy sour,
tendless heart.


Let the All tend thee.
Thy Wounds, may they tend away;
thy Mind, may it tend its tendencies
toward tending and weed
the flower yard of thy Heart
where thy tend might touch
the Hope of my hand.

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