We struggle,
You and I,
And in the confrontation
Touch--and by
Some mysticism find
A bond.

So tenuous, fragile,
With no true eye
To prove reality,
We must rely
On a broken faith
As hope:

We are strays,
Wandering forth
Seeking a truth
Beyond our nature's lie--
And a solace
Through our tears.

07/15/2017

Author's Note: For Kris, whoever, wherever you are.

Posted on 07/15/2017
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