My sister’s poetry

A poem written by my sister for her husband right before they got married:

The many acts of our two lives

Intertwined to a sensational simplification:

-All shall be well-

This is the comedy in our head at least,

While together we stride on

Trying not to be a damned soul, or a damned fool.

A duel to the death! An optimist’s revolt!

Ah yes, we have mastered the incalculable pleasure of perpetual crisis

And our harmony is too absurd not the be enjoyed;

This is love.

So we rise

To the contemplation of truth and flamboyant revelations

Giving treats to children along the way.

-Let nothing upset you, let nothing startle you, all things pass-

And if we went wrong?

“Fuck it, I guess we lost.”

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