The safest place in the whole wide world
for something that you’ve wanted to hide:
your mind, floating in its impervious tank,
waiting for your secrets, waiting for your truths.
It’s sleekly coiled barriers, it’s rippled shank are proof
your mind has a pocket for everything it’s told
for safe-keeping, finders, keepers, to have and to hold
no burglary to brace against, no need for wires or defense
No thief has ever returned from the burning darkness.
Go and drop every unbearable memory in its well,
it waits – lips expectantly rolled, wide, down in the mouth
white stones, like teeth, wait for terrible things to happen.
Each one stands straight, each one a sentinel, bright and cold.
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