Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

"The Pale"

 The pale

Follow through the winding of the plot

A little is beginning of a lot

In centuries or days, we'll hit the spot

I'll wait until the time of not is not

That is not what this is all about

Collaboration, in your hand, you wield 

The essence needed as mankind is healed

It ripples out in waves of loving form

To take away the damage from the storm

To leave beyond the pale the beast in rout

For loving of a kind we only sense

Will waken to all hearts as it relents

It needs the loving touch of one who bleeds

To answer every question and the needs

To minimize the anguish and the doubt


I can wait decades, lifetimes, for that which counts on a personal scale.  But, I cannot wait to liberate humanity's.

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