Ultimate Goal

But no, I’ll stumble on, on trembling legs,

In hopes this seething street leads me to rest,

And drink this cup of potion to the dregs–

For sustenance or death–whatever’s best.

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Oh, do I trudge on my, or God’s, volition?

There’s little in this that I wish to do,

But if I make it through this tough transition,

In different form I’ll venture back to you.

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But, darling, are you waiting, still in love,

Or are you moving on a private path?

I hope you’re thriving, glad–not thinking of

Your former fellow’s fate–my pain or wrath.

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You’re She who Really Matters, Babydoll.

Transformed in guise, my love won’t change at all.