We: carbon-based
life forms dressed in
curiosity
crawling from ash
sans prejudice
and pretense
wandering prideless
through jungles of
steel and exhaust
clinging to a hope of
pureness, a last bastion
of something simple
something good
tainted
along the way
through experience
through regret
through unfulfilled
longing and
childlike naiveté
sought passion in
our own footing
found vast loud scapes
and canyons of calm silence
delivering second skin
to ward off the hurt
and defend us from
wordly weapons
that sting still, though
less than before -
poison tipped shafts
not penetrating scaled
armor, no -
but prefer to touch
upon the gentler memory-
infused sounds of
whispered I-love-you
to safely hide away in
the heart's chambers
of life's true necessity
the armor melts away
revealing a visceral sinew
that longs for shelter,
acknowledgement
kinship
somewhere in the soul
of man where hate
is not an option
and forgiveness comes
to those who truly
seek it
and the time will come
again, where I alone
will barefootedly trip through
my own duende
molt and shed this skin
to leave behind its
hubris
bathed in humility
and soft moonlight
and call once more
upon a translucent,
sentient will,
stand naked as eve
and walk into a world
without end
8 November, 2004
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