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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lois Marie Harrod

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There Is Never Enough

Though the heart be the vessel
pouring endless oil, the candle burning
without wax, the bush that consumes not
its thorns, there is never enough.
The mouth opens and opens, desire,
we give and give and are left
wanting, the joy that passes understanding
passes through and disappears.
Even Sister Teresa seems to have known
the black holes that nothing chokes.