this ordinary ecstasy

love

arrived out of the demolition

of self

before love’s truth could flower

all the weeds had to die

don’t imagine it is easy

to surrender the desperate self

but know it is necessary

if love is to blossom

meeting another with no defense

with no armor and no weapons

brings into existence

an ordinary ecstasy

that is worth every moment

of the death rattle

of the one that clings to life.

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