You asked why you were forsaken
As if you did not know
Can you not know?
How am I to understand your not knowing?
Am I to be comforted if you are not wholly other?
If you became as us
How then can you triumph?
The demons are strong
In life and in metaphor…
Round and round we dance
And sing and sing and fall
We long for every chance
But we cannot see it all.
In our struggle
Its desire is for us
It lies in wait
How may we rule over it?
I do not understand…
quite the waltz!
Well I am a horrific dancer.