Sign, Symbol, Help Poem by Julia Luber

I am searching for that "letter"- single icon; image clear
that explains it all iconically- fast and simple, near a 'tear.'
Like a gunshot cross the moon. Oneness to impugn
the many deceitful faces, self conceptions, of that evil loon.
When you don't know somebody's name anymore-
so you can't quick caption them like 'saint' or 'whorr.'
They don't want to release themselves to being recognized.
Their need to hide and throw you off is how they understand
themselves as being circumcised. An aggression on my very soul,
without having to put up their dukes. Just in a chronic passive-aggressive
state, like stockpiling up nukes. And a part of me wonders what it feels
like to get on somebody's nerves that much. And yet I know about
any comprehension, I am completely out of luck. And so yearn
for the days of a more halcyon phase. Sensually bonded….not soul
so violated and absconded. Having fun with the tongue, kisses
and words strung through time. Not a brazen bold aggressive
Front of crime, crime, crime, crime. Sign, symbol, HELP!