When reason calls
to be set free
the mind need always fashion cause
and cloister want behind
though somehow, someday, we all face death.
calls to be given reign
there's reason enough to stall
to check the flesh
and rising blood
and clothe desire beneath a hood.
One avenue is straight
another barely cleared.
Both seed and harvest need their season
and flesh and blood their time to leaven
by Mary Mila
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