for Patty--September 4, 2002
Nothing dies lest memory render it mortal
All lives on if few may bid it rest
One wants to be someone, once
No somebody when everybody thinks everything
Yet just of one, godlike in martyrdom
Angels are not alone transparent
Not only pure of spirit celebrate fame
In truth, he has not risen
And I, broken, awash in infamy
Toss gold pieces at a dream of hope
Bribing a void that casts fortune away
Small minds may fall to smaller minds
Absorption in absurdity
Captivity in contradiction
What defense against the eternally paternal
What’s each child to discern, to see
The god or the imposter
When the faithful guard their blindness
And shield eyes of the young
At what price does one show the light
If such truth brings gods to earth?
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