There were two who knew
And the lines taught with knowing.
They too knew the beauty
Of abandonment in mirth.
The lines stretched for all­
Unconditional love
For the cores were the same-
A spiritual loyalty kin to kin.
The mutual knowing was precious.
Then, one day,
They put on ugly masks and said,
"We don't know
We don't understand- we don't like this mirth"
And pulled in all the love lines.
Bleeding, I was stunned and in pain.