It
recedes
Sensation
now a whisper,
A
grasp of memory,
That
shifts away so quickly
Asking
to be called illusion
That
I try myself for all in that instant.
Gimmicky,
like a trick,
Where
now I flail too soft a blow
And
the misshapen world walks over
Someone
unprepared
Who
must spare his excuses?
And
wonder why hope,
Seems
slight and lone.
I
am making love,
Or
trying to do anything
And
I wonder, if I’m past caring
If
I must give in to evils past knowing
That
would be just the same.
So
I try out of kindness,
Kiss
and say the things I mean
From
my heart and my broken mind
Too
cursed by someone painting
A
dream of not being.
To
do more than dream
In
the company of strangers
This
conflict unresolved,
Is
past unending,
I
hate uncertainty
And
have some gifts
and
I’m still here.
Perhaps,
just to give my blessing,
To
these so unfeeling
Its
love and nothing else
Each
bears their karmic burden
And
all fates have an end.
truth
whispers
with
no sensation
Dr.
Le-Ho 2002