There is an emptiness
within
that I cannot relate
to you or the rest
of the world
at large
or smallness imperceivable
like lightning striking
and missing
terror reigns
frightened eyes like caught rabbits
horrified
human imperfection
desolate within this
body of mine
alone
without a man made god
or a sterile Miss America.

but you
seperate being
another space and time
that exists
like an absolute
no one can touch
what right have I
to arrest you with love
or eyes filled with longing
intruding
with no space to occupy
you are life
love
unattainable
magic
a holiness
human to
me
the outsider.

Anguish can cripple.
Love can rectify.

                     * Just thought I'd share a bit of my lineage.