As tragedy strikes
I hold hope
Like a light filter
Upon intimate creatures
Or the thought of them. . .
by the will of the glands,
by the fantasies I perpetuate,
I feel loveless,
Staking out my own
Path.
Saking men instead
Of Foresaking them, & foresaking
Me. to accompany the
body on the lonesome journey.
Despertando and
Awakening,
Yet fast asleep
As tragedy strikes,
I am ready
To be tamed.