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Beholden

Provided for,
turned towards,
holds off interminable dark,

leaves the scent of ash,
judicious fingers,
strawberry  mouth,
curious sculptural heart,

pretty little griefs,
temples of stone,
sacrament and blood,

gasps a small prayer
when the music stops,
beholden to nothing and no one.

Scott Stoller

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BIO:
Scott's work has appeared in many online and print journals and anthologies. He's a physician in the west suburbs of Chicago.