Untitled 1 Poem by RIC BASTASA
Untitled 1
animus
it is what is inside that makes us move
the intent
that either makes us guilty or innocent
the love we feel
or the hate we bear
that either makes us an animal or a man
a woman or a bitch
a bug or that bed
grass or rock
heaven or hell
it is what grows and grows inside the mind
what dwells in the heart
that make us human
it is what we take inside
which is foul
that spoils us
guilt or love
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