We stole the sun’s darkness and gave ourselves light;
We were fading shades of hope in yesterday’s realities;
We gave each other truth spawned from incompleteness;
Reckless abandon cradled and nursed our compassions;
We were joined briefly in a torrent of despair;
Our pleasures were lost in swirls of rites and rituals;
We climbed Sisyphus’ mountain and found fleeting remnants;
Graying, we locked ourselves in waves of time;
Our bodies merged and we became complete again,
a hollow completeness like a car with seats…
or a city without people…
or a clown without a face…
Secretly, we drew ourselves
abstract colors of red, blue, and yellow;
The painting existed and the basis for our existence examined;
Incomplete, were the cries we heard,
chilling the fabrics thinly draped around us;
Lost and found again, we dreamed and reached out…
Grasping for the light from the sun’s darkness again.
August 1981
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