Refreshed Ideals
From the darkest tales come refreshed
ideals
of youth and insecurity, marked by
scars of
time on guard against life's impurity.
Underneath the talk and all the bitchy
squawk
see the sallow bottom. Bring to me
a heart,
sincere with the will to start a union
not to be forgotten.
Come to me to seek the soul inside
a freak.
How different we do seem. But it is
the difference
to which we aspire to touch, yes we
require
to feel what is unseen.
Written 7/14/92
Copyright 1992 RFA
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