We turn hope into despair;
We individualize our partnerships;
We internalize feelings, hiding them from attacks;
We seek refuge and isolation;
We sleep on our words to defuse and delay the inevitable;
We narrow our selection until
we become lost in a stormy sea of conflict.
IISacred songs are sung to both of us;
Surreal forces of nature are joined together
in our attitude toward individual attitudes while
our separateness surveys our similarities.
III
Locked away in a family hope chest with
all the other discarded dreams, a distilled hope
exists in an implosion of light and sound.
June 1986
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