Every life needs edges.
I protect you from the meadow’s
wanton splendor,
passion running amok.
Lean against my law
the way a child lets go
into a father’s arms. Pruned
and tethered vines bear stronger fruit.
Defy me
if the sobbing
of jailed innocents
grows louder than rain.
Kill me
when the names
for animals and sky
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