Forgiveness

Anonymous One,
There is no forgiveness because remorse and regret
Have no place in what is, can never thrust
Into mystery, like impotent mosquitoes can’t pierce through bust
Or ancient block, but at any rate, my Love,
The fishnet’s cast down from a vast Above
Onto apples along a road
Curving upward, cast on a hermit singing bird,
And on tender echoes of word furled on word.
Memories, like shadows of a star,
Twine, twist in the space of what we are,
And the fishnet is all about us
Refreshing, invigorating the grass and trees,
Thunder shaking the wilderness to the core
With lips of lightning… We gather our vast store…
One night of attention, and the rest is as You please.
We forgive nothing, but we love giving love,
Or love loves giving without thinking of
Scars and staring at them, scratching anew:
Forgiveness is resentment’s residue.

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