If the cracks

Left in the trap doors

Of the dungeon of your being

Are punitive enticements –

Fanning your crave

To be out there in the open –

Then you sure make a tryst

Of a heart, letting the rays

Of a love feel their way in.

The larger scheme to contain

Thus, is all vain.

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