There is that binding force called loss
It reaches across mountains, plateaus
and valleys to the hard to reach
interstices where humanity resides
Over time, it is equal in opportunity
and ability;
watering that barren, drought-stricken
stretch of heart with
moisture from tears
of memories.
is the thing that connects
the despot and the divine

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