For
the sin of lovelessness I've wandered
places
inhabited by invisible people
from
one desolation to another desolation
drowning
athirst in love unwarranted
and
hence unrecognized, stumbling into
random
blows and clinches, desperate
gropings
and grapplings beset by my
inheritance
of guilt:
I
know them now, these ancestors
who
loved with this same heedless ignorance
holding
each other like broken dolls
and
I know the harms I've done
in
sleepwalking imitation.
Penance
was due
and
done; when I see,
there's
no more need
to
be so blind.
Forrest Curo
July 27, 2021
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