Metastophiles Poem by Judith Ann Kashuba
Metastophiles
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Everywhere I look
and everywhere I turn
You ride me.
Your spurs dig deep
in your impatience
for my soul.
Be patient, Devil,
patience;
my mind is still whole
and my desire does not rest.
I'll not yet be ashes
for Your Urn!
And this...this to you I tell
without me
go to Hell.
Thursday, January 2, 2003
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