By: Gus Victoria
Drunk on the future.
Running from the past.
Lost in the present.
An icy fog of uncertainty
Paralyzes passion.
A crystalline clarity
Is shattered.
Fate is mocked,
Buffeted by heavy winds,
Eroded by doubt.
Failure is courted and wed.
Truth is lost in fancy.
We turn and turn
Endlessly we circle
One step forward
For ten around,
Two steps back
For every revelation.
More doubt
With every stipulation.
Love wanders the fields
Of forged misery,
The forested wisdom of fools,
The glacial depths of loss.
Love anchors hope,
That hope may never,
In the storms of life,
Be ever lost.
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