it is from this far
that i see the truth,
and from this far
it is ugly, sometimes i
think it is funny, but
really, it is not, it
is uglier when i get
farther, trying to escape
and see something
else,
i take speed as cure,
and move some more to
be numb to pain, like a
stone that you hurl
to hurt me, and it misses
me, by an inch,
and so
i have so many justifications
for thanking you,
everything is beautiful
when hidden,
something is felt when
kept for a long time,
i am human, and i err,
and i argue and i rationalize,
i repeat the fault as many
times as i promise not to.
i keep praying for your
understanding, O youth,
have fun, O youth, have
wisdom.
when i get near you
as to light i am blinded.
i am lost
in the brightness of
of the fires of your
youth,
no, there is no elegance,
there is no sophistication,
when i feel, i fail,
and you are still there.
how can one escape from
the silliness of
this all...love uncalled
for, love uninvited,
love getting in,
and i mystified,
have thrown away
all that is important.
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