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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