You touched me soft beneath the cool
and weightless sky,
And love, you were intent on my
deliverance —
But locked inside this sometimes fool,
a lonely guy
Was reaching for a reason why:
ambivalence
Was all I knew, or’d ever known —
Insanity —
You touched me soft, but I missed out
for vanity
To share is human:
Oh yes, And i have known that person. They leave the one reaching out more lonely than ever for it is in receiving that we give. And, Tragedy is enacted over and over again through our cultural hang-ups.