in lifetimes within lifetimes,
an underlying pang
we think that we have pushed away
but tends to boomerang —
for all our needs and yearnings
are such we never shake,
for there, beneath our many masks,
will always be
that ache
in lifetimes within lifetimes,
an underlying pang
we think that we have pushed away
but tends to boomerang —
for all our needs and yearnings
are such we never shake,
for there, beneath our many masks,
will always be
that ache
Great poem