so tell me…how do you share the comfort..?
‘best of intentions’
repeated, her legitimate question:
“how do you console the black
streams of memory?
how do you distinguish miles from a
slowly shimmering mirage?”
suffice to say the bright of my eyes
faded
and i softly cleared my throat
“glory and illusion are inseparable,”
i told her,
“still i’m not one to gloat.
you see, the fearless man perishes
for every right he’s ever done
recognized faith turns suicide
all convenience stripped of hope.”
her mouth churned a funeral oration
and from that moment i knew
she’d bury me with the best of intentions.
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