We will stop protecting ourselves
From our feelings
With words that confound like
An outstretched hand that,
Alternatingly, pulls close and pushes away.
When eternity comes,
We will embrace truth and refuse to utter
The niceties that feel
like the kiss of a reluctant lover;
a pout planted flatly on the lips.
When eternity comes,
We will reject shallow beauty
And embrace the
Penetrating wit
That is our birthright.
When eternity comes,
We will leave the banality of this life
To those who fear the fall.
When eternity comes,
We will, finally, give ourselves over to
Flesh that does not obey.
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