The Net

We discussed St. Francis of Assisi over shared cups of coffee,

And I finally noticed the gold on the walls.

 

What does this mean for me?

Is my life changed, or is it exactly the same?

 

Jacques Derrida writes on the secret,

I think I get what he means.

 

Cycling around the whirlpool, we dove,

Redeemed by the net,

A few jewels intact.

I carry those in my pocket now,

My secret.

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