The Passing Love
In the pain so raw we found
A pleasure excruciating and pure.
A passing love that braced us then
The suffering to endure.
Drawn to its own, reflection of same
Insulated within, from without,
Held for a time from the rest of the world
Unmoved by concerns from about.
For common cause, time stood still,
In unison staving off proof,
The rearing glimpses all eclipsed
Our complicit denial of truth.
Subdued for few,
The persistent voice came knocking with ghosts from the past.
But now we stand defeated and worn,
Reality victorious at last.
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