After common passion
The feeling spirals away,
and its weakness
Makes passion into mere joy against it.
How will I accomplish that idea?
It is one million miles away.
And yet, I know it is here,
Inside, beating with my heart.
Where is that perfection?
Behind a veiled invisible block
That will not fall like so many
obstacles
Before?
Where is that realization?
That glaring, blinding,
Earth-shattering realization
That can save this man
From inner death?
Where is that strength?
That hurricane conviction
That I live by,
But cannot apply
In this final battle
For my life?
There is no curse,
No word, no language
That can express what I desire.
Because I
Am the only person I know
Who seeks that idea,
That perfection,
That realization,
And that strength;
And who means it more
Than common passion can approach.
