Spent
I love thee more today as all be spent
to look away in wretched discontent.
As whence all hope, is but to circumvent -
I love thee more by chancing no extent.
Writhing with some validation's meant
I love thee further as my heart's intent
is flying, always out and toward advent.
I love thee giving up possession's lent.
And asking God for quietude to vent,
my passions undercurrent of resent.
I love thee more by vying or by bent
conditions, underlying for convent!
As in some risk no rules are duly kempt -
contingencies not meriting thy rent.
I love thee fully, loft and wholly went -
Now rough, then soft, ..so soulfully am spent!
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