Dys Mis

I know that people live on different planes
with sets at every level, type and kind,
but nothing I’ve experienced explains
why my sort is so difficult to find.
There may be few, but still there must be some
who hear the ring of truth I can’t ignore,
who sculpt themselves toward what they would become,
and don’t forsake the quest that’s at their core.

I sometimes glimpse a possibility
who isn’t overdamaged by the years,
so you and you and maybe you to me
are interesting, appearing to be peers.
But that’s been tried before, and this was shown:
you fade to falsity and I’m alone.

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