Calling reality Too much television syndrome
Where is she
the one who will capture my soul
now
struggling
thrashing
trembling
battling the treacherous currents
of turbid conformity
will the magic of this single woman
give freedom and understanding
from the senseless blindfolded hordes
overly anxious to meet me with crucifixion
the nails of hate, jealously and competition
will she be the healer
whet the bitterness
out of her womb
for my rebirth
simply purified by her existence
OR shattered by her conspirator role
will I plummet into despair
where no hand
will ever reach
mine
Robert K. Stephen
