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Trust the details of Love

I am not supposed to know details.

Where I came from,

when she died,

what they escaped,

what came before,

or how I came to be

this here now.

 

 

and yet to See

the land of a person’s blood

where it leaked from

and where it is going to,

 

 

the laylines of a person’s soul

revealed

by means

I don’t understand

and

haven’t “earned”.

 

 

a gift given,

a blessing issued,

presenting me with a job