andrew lovatt


speaking the unspeakable,
it is not fear alone
gripping us in the negative
but the act
of not fully being here
binding us to the paranoid
dead hope

before the dread vision
of our non existence
our need to love
that which is most
rejected in us
the unknowing knower

it is the wound
of love
that drives
our separation
asking to be seen
and cherished
a sacrament
of devotion
to life

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Poem Edited: Friday, April 30, 2010

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