Sometimes acts of desperation
lead to inspiration.
For what was man's creation
other than a dedication
to and idea, a hope?
The need for procreation
never filled my soul
until I realized the whole
is not the goal,
that this hole in my heart
may still be mended,
though left for too long unattended.
And it is not with sadness
that I make this discovery.
It is with the resignation,
the knowing
of things as they have come to be.
But that doesn't mean they can't change
or must I?...
circa 2002
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