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By Camelia Lissenhold Date: 2010 Feb 02 Comment on this Work [[2010.02.02.22.26.8877]] |
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I am afraid of that time when we may become caricatures. Caricatures of who we are And who we want to be. When these traits of us, these aspirations that I so love Are exaggerated to the point of grotesque. I want you to promise me, promise me now That we will never be that, never become that. And yet that promise would be the quickest road there. And so I don't ask; I don't hope. I simply remain on guard, vigilant, ready to fight, Ever mindful that the extremes - Of beauty, of love, of life at its grandest - Can all too easily be distorted Into the normal, the mundane, the devastatingly ordinary. And that - that, my love - Is the one death, the living death, That I would die in order not to endure. |