Comes a point in every sojourn where comparable
is the world to cotton candy laced with razor blades.
Nothing but pain and injury in which to sink our teeth;
our tongues sated but hunger undiminished
by its gossamer, sugary nothingness while every
beautiful and meaningful thing is glimpsed
through the fleeting windows of an outbound train.
On the platform, cherished ones distantly holding
each other in our similarly impotent arms; at the mercy
ever of unassailable flesh, time and schedule.
It’s more than a delicate hope
that counters the dream’s insistence;
draws the sojourner to the eternal; more than fate –
the yearning of the part for the whole.
It is an obscure remembrance deeper than time;
the briefly beheld and faintly tasted lure
of a love beyond our humanity yet which is
the timeless, hinted at essence of our existence.
O child of God, transcendence is possible
once you lose your taste for sweetness.
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