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By J. VanSickle Submitted by Lupo Date: 2002 Jun 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.25.17.19.4206]] |
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Your exposure should be made to clothe me In the hours that I stumble and run rampant When the -isms of the world have failed us, Let us down, And when you and I have run out of planes to follow, Profanities to worship. I look to you to suspend me To save a stupid boy who thinks himself a man But in those eyes I see skies aflame And a gaze that depends more heavily on me Than on an ability to save me It is at that point that I realize my need, Also the fact that it has morphed into a more comprehensible shape I see the reality that calls to me As well as the obligation of answering Your bright globes still shine, But not due to the sadness of fire and death Rather, they have hope and promise Which bring me my answer, The fact that we are powerless and miserable alone But that the concepts of god, deliverance, and salvation Are ours through combined effort I will earn that hallowed title--"man"-- Because we are god and life is ours We shall consult mirrors to find our saviors And stand side-by-side throughout all This is all I promise, with the words "We will not fail," Because I love you, because only the two of us prevail, And because you matter most to me. |