Thursday, July 26, 2012

I cannot win

I cannot get it right

but neither can anyone else

so we celebrate the failure

that is success

the renunciation that gains all

the kiss in the soft shadows of afternoon

the embrace that guards through the night

let the One demand impossible perfection

we find it in our cherished memories

the identities subsumed in the the actual happening

defining our acceptance of our loves

where what's lost is regained

where what's lost is won...

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