The Remnants of Affection

All glory rides to its conclusion…
In the smoldering heart, flailing in solitude,
Resides the remnants of affection,
Merely this –
Staying alive, somehow, in salutation
The Earth.
The peace after the extinction of absurdity
Merely this – No hatred, no regret.
Whatever the disorders of modern life,
To live is to be ensnared in rapture

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