Sunday, September 6, 2015

Where the Wild Things Are

Every demon is
an angel disguised
if, but only if,
there be realized
implications for
growth, applications
of the moment’s spur.

I can remember
being a demon:
mean to another,
and what I learned is
worth my weight in gold—
I can do the thing 
worst, that I can think.

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