we deny our feelings,
trained by the game
not by our instincts,
presuming a willingness
is shared and both
announce their intent;
fairplay prevails,
words freeze before spoken
buried anonymously
in a pauper's grave;
denied reality becomes
our abstractions and
fingers of desire interlock
across the barriers of regret;
a natural chasm of obediance
plea bargains with a final denail
that affirms our strength.
January 1987
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