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Torturous separation. Intellectual blindness.
How your brilliance and intellectual dominance fascinate me.
Looking into your baby eyes wide and blue, I still see your knowing awareness, high voltage connections.
You laughed as a baby, with me, or at me?

How quicky did you discover our world's stupidity? When did your broken heart shear your funny bone, too?

Have you not yet accepted terms of this life, clicked the check box and exposed your vulnerability?  Will you acceed to your lack of control?  Will you reach out to the only concrete anchor we have?  Will you embrace the lonely hopeless souls looking for the same relief you are desperate to know?

We all walk the same funeral march into our graves. Won't you pick up a piece of love, entertain some forgiveness, and carry some peace on the way to your certain grave?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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