and yet relationships are built
upon the dead past
trust fosters openness, surrender
distrust builds fortresses of bitterness
selective memory colors things too simply
all rosy smiles and rainbow orgasms
blue frowns and stormy arguments
if it takes three, eighteen or a trillion more lessons
no matter
I (am learning / will learn)
the past can never be recreated
the future can never be known
nor should they be
that lesson is liberating every time
cause it propels me back here
to the eternal IS
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