Generously Taken

We empty each other

and then wonder

what happened

to generosity

Haunted

I’m haunted

by a thing invited

and a thing that invades.

I permit it

to a room’s space

and at every corner

I find it behind my face

Somewhere Between Spirit and Beast

At once

I’m a tendril of the divine

Connected to eternity

and yet

Just an appetite

With a voice and thumbs

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