As Well As Rage We Should Mistrust Love Too
Did anyone believe that rage expressed
Could benefit the agent without harm
Did anyone read Freud and then digest?
Feelings need the heat of blacksmith’s fires
Held inside until they find their form
An image worthy of our true desire
As well as rage, we should mistrust love too
Be backward in expression till more’s known
Or risk an avalanche of cruelty.
Take care of others, they are not our fools
From sacred conjunction all humans are grown
We misuse folk to test our charm and tools
Holding in the inner fires our wish
The blackness of the heart can turn to gold
No contradiction hides in sacredness
Take your love and in your arms enfold.
The future of the world is growing cold
We liked to have the choice for rage and death
Until we found the charred remains of blis
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