And the moments become a mixed reality
Amongst the forest of human frailty
When was I so alone that I could not go on?
Never.
But the answers lonely.So I rehearse the dreams of the future new
Know what I wish for with a path unclear
But perhaps that is the answer
Millions know what they do
..But Who are you?
Before identity
My twisted reality was a crib of razorwire
And bones to gnaw upon
Eating hate's marrow
Forgiveness too far away
For a soul in agony, and expectation
Of martyrdom.
3 lbs. 5 oz.
And dead by Darwin
Could any greater odds kill us?
I think not
And count myself, blessed
No, gifted, even driven
To a phenomenon of interaction
And stimulation of every sense
Do you feel it? Life, so vague
But the emotion's pinpointed in remorseless recollection
I don't forget a smell
Neither do you
And your hands.
Lovely is what they have yet to accomplish
Remember for a minute what you were and how you learned.
Touch.
A child's touch.
So much to gain in the hands of the raised
As nothing was sacrificed but experience
And your hands are finer than mine.