Despair she strikes at our nudity,
That state of inferiority before we
Became whole, the childhood questions
That were never answered,
Childhood needs for safety and belonging
That in a youth were put aside,
But it is despair that exposes
Our humanity, empathy;
Which unveils our discernable culture,
Heart-ache, which signals our
Desires to feel connected,
Doubt, which reflects our question-posing,
Love, has no countenance,
We give her the meaning and powers
We play at our heritage of consciousness,
In our love-roles, we pair sacredness with tragedy,
Playing out the rite of our
Most beloved and sinister secrets,
The patterns of our oldest
Psychological imprints;
And we are as real as our love and despair,
These wonderful fictions of our minds.
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