The Adoration

WARD KELLEY

We cry out in our sleep, here
in the breathing, always asleep,

always crying, always seeking
a justice who will never spread

her arms and allow us to her breast.
We cry out for peace, and never

will admit we cry out for death. We
open our own arms to those of us

who promise a respite, yet all too
soon we invent ways to become

unique reasons to make our brethren
cry out in frustration, and it is then

we claim to be ourselves crying out
for absolution. Who would ever think

to forgive us? No one in this universe,
for then we would cease to be adorable.

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