A World All My Own
Some say I live
in a world unpractical,
see all from my own--
as if, any of us ever
truly exit the sanctuary
of self--
We cling to defenses…
periodically stirring
the mortar, pointing
the bricks, strengthening
the walls of safety as
well as enclosure--
As are the temples
of our Gods, each with
his own pagans of choice…
more representative
of personal image than that
of a common Deity--
I reiterate, love cannot
share the same space
as fear—leaving only
conditional tolerance….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2020
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