Poetry / Go (Analysis)

What’s in five years
Set and spent
On reckless tiring of self?
A soul well spent
Is not the same
As when before this simple game.

What’s in a marriage
That’s charades
Around a wreck of wedding bands..

A neck well turned
Shuts out the sight
Of all the problems that we might.

A bridge, once crossed,
has no return -
A marriage,
Unity of souls…

If it not set upon a stone
Than once upon
The head will turn
And see the pedestal of twigs…
And never more put on the wigs
Of happiness it wore.
You hear?

Never. Never more.

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