To be with one soul you meet
in the most vigorous way
is very far
because a thousand scars
mar the road,
poverty of spirit
separateness
clamoring
shame.
and… it's only yours of course
because
this doesn't happen to anyone else?
All souls have
their winding labyrinth of
mistrust.
So do what you must
to find the potholes
that you can swim in as one
for we are loved
and will be loved,
the dirt
the naked
the wounded
the joy,
There is nothing else
under the sun.
except
some
unheard of laughter
which erases
the tempting gun.
R. Harney
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