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Her Own Worst Enemy | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Ah, now I see
how the best & the worst
fills the same mortal cup.

No use crying over
spilled blessings
or the curse of vicious circles.

The geometry of my
many-chambered heart
contains the strangest angles.

My best intentions
are a tangle of angels—
fallen and exalted.

Halt! Who goes there?
Oh, it’s just me.
My doppelganger of stealth-

climbing the stairs:
I have stranger danger
towards myself.

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