One desire rolls down the mountain
with the storm winds as they rise;
crashing against the house
driving the rain, calling down lightning
and thunder.
One desire pulls at the hem
of the shore, surging and receding
beneath reeling birds;
Concealing, revealing bright treasures
in the sand.
One desire beats with the heart,
rising and falling with every waking breath,
Capturing, holding imagination,
Escaping in a whisper -
'Alyosha.'
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