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Show ABYSS I weep for rebel children everywhere, Emotion-caught and epidemic-sick Of measle words, charmed by the weaving snake, Dependent yet, but longing to be free, Infected from incitement, ego-bruised- Those gone from us across a void of thought In tangled action-not from parent-love As we might fear, nor from the god we taught, But cast adrift by wrongs in us, confused. I weep, who know night anguish and the ache, The sleepless pillow and the bended knee, As one condemned to watch the tight-rope walk Above the wide abyss each one must take From boy to man, from girl to womanhood, The blind and seeking feet, the vertigo, The breathless balance-caper-or the fall. I sing for those who come to seek the good, The love in us, who grip the reaching hand. These journey only where we crossed before. I learn the full import. At last I know My mother's tear-washed words, my father's cry, For never child gave sorrow more than I. |
