| The Gate of Horn Intercession Lacking |
| Maybe someday I could approach you, professional intercession lacking�
we would look one another in the face (you would not blink and I would challenge)� and you would speak of controversy and your contempt for -isms and how they have supposedly "corrupted intelligent minds," and I would remain silent and listen intently, hoping for some clue of a fault. Our minds would drift to and fro and we would revel in times long since past, times when ignorance played a valuable part and we were in love. And though I would like to say I have found a soul mate (and perhaps I have), I don't think either of us is ready to make an allegation of that magnitude. So we will continue to amuse each other with nonsensical anecdotes, and although we have compromised subject matters, I fear that it won�t last forever. But then who is to say when the proverbial shit will hit the fan? Contorting ourselves to fit each other is a tremendous feat of strength, though I know that, in time, one of us will break the bond and send easily refutable stones of insults into the tension. And we would brush them off like dust and feel relieved (no regrets), and for hell or high water I would not remove the mask hiding the smile, but you, like a beacon, would step up to the pedestal and change my life forever. |