• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 12
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Our Worlds are split asunder
By a schism wide and deep
Hewn from unyielding granite
Both vertical and steep

A river courses through
The deepest valley floor
A frothing, bubbling barrier
We hear its distant roar

Our fingers reach out, stretching
All sinews are deployed
And yet unable to caress
We fall back from the void

Have other lovers found a way
To breach this yawning gap?
Is there a ford, a makeshift bridge?
A swing or leather strap?

This fissure lives in peoples’ minds
A harder rift to heal
Concretions of their prejudice
Eschewing all appeal

But we will be together
Transcending all taboo
As from above, the river calms,
We drown in sparkling blue