&

a beam of light cones to the carpet
& a night moth the size of a thumbnail
casts a shadow the size of your average bat
& I see that I am become that house divided
you heard about – the one that could not stand –
no man can serve two masters – no woman either
& where your treasure lies, there beats the heart
& i am torn apart – and all for what – da capo

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(I know this is a real poem, but by the same token I cannot tell you what it is about.

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