Not

I think not of him 

or her,

blasphemy

I contemplate the rebirth

of my own soul,

majesty

I forgive not

and forget even less,

travesty

I cry not in grief

but in relief,

ecstasy

I love him not

Not a lot,

anomaly

©August/2018

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