Aug 122011
 
Each human soul
Without goal
Is unwhole. 

Every condition
Of historical mission
Without an individual's kiss
Is a mission amiss.

Without the startburst
Of a singular eye
All sights degrade from best
To little better to worst;
The telescope suffers a sty
That once held all universe's pride,
And dull death slides
From the wound in God's side.

Without the insistence
Of Love's wondrous indifference
Each breath, all flesh
Beats bereft
--Life's limitless gift
--Adrift--

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