We seem to care so little
for the meaning of the rain
the solitude of fractured silence
or shadow of a name

Absolution will not exist
in once-forgotten sorrows
or timing and the temperament
of words you had to borrow

Truth with its authenticity
oscillates within a fragile core
not blinded by irreverence
it leaves you wanting more

12/05/2017                                      j.g.l.

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