for the ones I wanted and couldn't have

for the ones who wanted me of whom I did not know

for the ones who bless every illusion

for the ones who curse every reality

for the ones who in actuality are lost outside their confines

for the ones who know their 'sorry' to be useless

for the ones I cannot reach and who cannot abide me

for all of us of every stripe

may we all be strong enough to rejoice

in the snares of perfection that enforce

the hardness of our salvation

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.