Arno Rafael Minkkinen
I swallow each plank
Mouth oblong, exacting
A splinter-filled well.
The distance
Between us is arbitrary,
An illusion generated
By our inability
To dismiss labels.
If truth does not conform
Then what will?
But truth does not
Always favor the majority
Sometimes only one
Rises to the cause.
If a fantasy the moral
Would breathe its very last
In the very first kiss
Living does not imply
Perfection, it is an art
Fueled with whatever madness
Ignites but does not wholly consume
The soul it confesses.
Steady hands struggle
To contain the pulse
And when the water rises
One cannot but scream.
To be human is to hunt
In the wreckage
For a weapon capable
Of defrocking these myriad veils
To be human is to drown
Whether above or below
Whether within or without
Sensation is not optional.
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mindlovemisery 
“To be human is to drown….” this really hit me, very similar to what I have been feeling and expressed in a poem I wrote yesterday. Marvelous writing!
Awww thank you Lisa for your kind words
I can’t comment to blogspot for some reason so here is my response in the hopes you find it
Aching and powerful piece Lisa, the repetition is very effective. I can see what you mean in your comment to my poem as well
“To be human is to drown.” That stood out to me as well. You completely get it, Yves. Thank god you write. I feel normal when I read you. 🙂
Awww that is such a nice thing to say Tony!
The truth does not always favor the majority. I love this line. Words like this help me go on, because I am in a very small minority. However, I also realize that when you’re dealing with fools, the mob rules. This is why archaic and often destructive attitudes persist.
Thanks as always for visiting me at poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com
Always a pleasure to visit and thank you very much. I am also not in the majority