One cannot reason
where there is only rage.

How I wish you had turned
away or turned the page.

I sent you messages and meaning
through every means possible

Given the givens of your need to control.
I had hoped you would trust your better angels

Before the passage through the corridor.
Forever more the echo of 

The nevermore shall reverberate.
For, while there is no too early

And no too late, still life's arc has shifted
now in such a way that some things

May be lost forever as all I loved times three.
What remains in me is love for all...
 
And I shall love the one
who cries in the dark, who

Touches the mark that was left.
And I shall love the one whose mind

Wanders in a muck of madness made from 
wallowing in false story of sin and shame

Or blame, depending on the day,
who cannot see the love that's here

For journeys that one has made
or feel fresh waters of forgiveness.

And I shall love the one alive in me
and her sorrow at all they did not see—

And too the two who believed your story
or the one you let arise. And the innocent

He was and the innocence in me. And I
shall love. And I shall love. And I shall love.

So as I rise into revelation, the mystery
in these skies, feel that love alive within,

Feel it flow from beyond, from above and below
and know you are such love and can only

Heal all things, love justice and do mercy
when you align with that love alive in you.