I Choose My Bane

Mine is a heart on the wing

yet a mind seemingly left a step behind

from thence erupts my temerity

and my placid joy.

Sluggishness does not accompany my thoughts

rather, in frenetic candor does it overlook

its own myopic tendency

such is it that my Love is an aginner.

This fecklessness

leaves no opportunity for disdain

and a capricious eye journeys closely

to the sparks and conflagrations, reserving naught.

Now, mayhaps, you understand why I stand sanguine

for whence my heart wanders

my mind is ever-present

choosing for its own when to implement wit.

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Lena Kvigne // Missionary

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