A poetic rumination

I look fore and aft

searching for a tenuous string

to connect these painful consequences

of intimate historic actions


Their sums are my whole

A whole cracked and fissured by external pressures


Am I beautiful and significant?

I ask the universal mirror of self-condemnation.

Darkness answers in its cold glee with silence.


Searching ever more

For the end pieces of this grand puzzle of my existence

with only the conical beam of a flashlight


From my ruminations,

A small solace,

Unencumbered youth

Swing, glide, jump across a playground.


Envying their obliviousness

I search fore and aft from my insouciant past

To this present meditative suffering


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