It's daybreak, and around me
arises
Agape, Philos, and Eros.
They don't quite come
in a pile neatly folded,
Nor are they
strewn and abandoned
out in the dark.
Simply, quietly, patiently, they sit --
the door swung open,
its creaking swiftly silenced --
drifting
as the flames roar and crackle
with glee.
agape, philos, and eros --
three spirits locked up in a treasure chest
but maybe for now it doesn't matter.
--EHC
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