And when you are stripped
of cloak and sword
armor gone
skin exposed to the gathering storm--
and the storm always gathers
always upwelling swirls of
did he eat? who did he hurt?
does he cry? Why this rains?
Your soul feeding his soul
as your life fed his life
invistble ubilical pulsing between you
worry, love, exhaustion,knowlge
that some day it will be severed
and what will be left of you?
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