void

 

I confess to the priest –

To redeem, escape.

The priest smiles at the ruse –

To revive my life.

I see her everywhere –

A pair, to share, care.

She smiles at the daydream –

To resurrect love.

I smile at bare life –

To bear chanceless void.

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/05/confession.html