Joseph Narusiewicz (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)
In the Balances
Sable garden covered with thorns
Euphoric clocks teeter like scales
Something breaks through the hedges
Life style plunges on the rocks
Do I wish you ill?
I hope you change
You ask me for love
The oil lamps burn in the night
Surrounded by fallen gnomes
Soul images of the eternal night
When eyes open we see caprice
Our life is weighed in the balances
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