Gibran said the angel of love hides a sword within his pinions


As is the nature of passion

The way of fire


The way of academia is a cold passion

There are no dancing flames

Only a pale gleam bouncing off ivory towers


It will not burn you

Only blind you

Daze you

An endless array of towers

Glowing coldly in neon pastels


From this loveless pedigree

The child of computers is born

And within his wings hides the sword

And he stabs to mimic love

And his cries are drowned in blood


I am crying too…

Submitted: November 06, 2018

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