I am bartered away for new love
all I am is given
By the one
Back
and in
All that matters is the new love
that comes
and all that is given
is dust
Given into new love
By its combustion
I give myself
But I am given
I lose myself
But I am still the matter of the gods
If I think I am
then
all I thought
is compost
in the garden of the One
and all I am
is hidden
because the one
will take me
back
from myself
any day
to mix me
in again
with the soils of love
and bring me back
to love
without myself
for you,
Beloved
I Love You
Your Beloved
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