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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