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The Gift We Seek to Endure
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Love So I went out tonight
with some folks I know.
Taking a brief respite
from the uncertainty of routine.
Put on the garments of
those who are looking
for something more
but expecting something less.
Entered the haven for the
proud, bold, and beautiful
all war paint and glad rags
aligned in the nights searching.
I watch the proceedings glibly
with the casual interest
and entreatied disdain of a
"Been there, Done that" statement.
"Tell me lies. Tell me sweet
lucious lies" they say to each other.
Speaking in terms they aren't
sure they really mean.
And that endured surety has no
other meaning except to impart
fuel to seek what plenipotentiaries
command and only the lost know well .
A search in which no real
truth can be found until
the trappings have been
properly and painfully removed.
And nly then if you are to
find a willing..."someone"
who will dance this dance
and fight this war against you.
I...have had no such success
because the road is rife with the
wretched refuse and lonsesome
losers cmposers cut their teeth on.
So, I return to the place of rest
the inner-sanctum become prison
where my shoes echo the footfalls
that become an epiphany that
tolls louder than any bell
that speaks to the loneliness
that so many share and the
despair that overcomes us like
so much creeping ivy upon the
mind suspect of the unsuspecting
and rejecting the rejected for
no ther reason than we lack what
we have been unable to produce
long for what we have have been
unable to see and find what we
have not found guidance to...
LOVE.
