Granite and Wineglass

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You are granite.

I am an empty wineglass.

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You know what happens when we touch!

You laugh like the sun coming up laughts

at a star that disappears into it.

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Love opens my chest, and thought

returns to its confines.

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Patience and rational considerations leave.

Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish.

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Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out.

Then, totally reckless, the next morning

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the gallop out with new purposes.  Love

is the reality, and poetry is the drum

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that calls us to that.  Don't keep complaining

about loneliness! Let the fear-language of that theme

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crack open and float away.  Let the priest come down

from his tower, and not go back up!

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~ Rumi