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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