Conjoined at the Hip

If only there were time,
Time for lost souls to regain
Their feet upon this weathered,
Hallowed ground and finally
Take the first plunge toward
Actual contentment.
Maybe then
Maybe then their egos and wits and
Horrible, lifeless bodies will wilt
And then they'll truly decipher
The meaning of these realities
All conjoined at the hip.
Maybe then
Maybe then all will be clear
And clarity will abound in every
And maybe then all the hurt and pain
That comes hand in hand with
Unknowing and doubt
Will vanish
And the clouds again will dissipate
Revealing that same, old
Smiling Sun
Who had never gone far
But was simply waiting for that
Glorious moment we all
Finally looked up.

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