One More Fiat

If there are any exceptions to love,
let them all be gathered in a fist
wrapped white around a pebble with no name.

Let the crack of a baseball bat 
shiver the forearm. Let a butterfly
split the head of an axe.

Let who understands pain hold the handle.

Let all four prisoners burst 
the heart's chambers at once, fall 
open; 
let ice in the fall. 

Let there be a curtain
rent in the morning, the sun break,
waves be tongued mute.

Let a hand lift to your cheek
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