Anne says heaven, for her,
would be total awareness
of relational hardships,
with the pursuance of rudiment compassion-
to be the tenderness of an embrace,
or the soft succor of a 'kerchief
before the swelling of tears,
warmth in an otherwise desolate world.
Images of sufficiency,
and of unrelenting support.
But if we're to trample social enmity
won't our vision also entail
the possession of, say,
suspicion, the paranoia of a pain
that isn't really there,
conspiracy of abuse
which tears relationships apart?
We'll be a shadow of doubt,
a condolence accusing the innocent
of shameful wrongdoings:
a hell we've conjured from overindulgence
of our heaven: we will critique
our simple arguments,
proportion them beyond their merit.
But that's my cynicism. Anne
would stress understanding
in each and every case,
an order to properly amend.
Perhaps that's why she'll be a lawyer,
eventually: to methodically dissect
the evidence of misconduct,
a practice which translates easily
to the outside perspective.
Anne I think will perfect it, myself probably not.
She has spent her whole life on empathy.
I have practiced contentment,
while I should have been looking around.
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