The gays know it.
They know what you try to hide:
the calls to something higher that
freeze you dead inside
because you, alone, know what you did
with your fire.
Your true, undaunted sense of something higher.
I sense you are afraid.
This is not good, truth be told; even if you don't trust the teller,
you should be, and need to be
understood.
The universe keeps making all of us
to be something together that is mightier.
Nobody is leaving you behind
except you; I am tired
of saying this, over and over again.
I was not hired
to repeat myself; after all,
Eunoia didn't know what to do with me, and everything I required
them to finally require of themselves.
The people you treated badly;
the rights you refuse to inquire
into properly:
they too, have lives.
They, too, will reach out, and slip between the lines.
I speak no new insight.
I only speak what has been known to you
since the dawn of time itself.
Since you, yourself,
first gained insight into what you will find
is no new vision.
Only a sensation that you have always walked away from.
Only a mission that can still
be yours,
if you have the courage enough
to once more stand strong.
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