A Window of Loneliness

First, a window of loneliness, cracked wide

An invitation to the moon’s dark side.

Then, the brief collision, heat without light,

A fevered, fleeting coitus in the night.

And from that spark, a madness: “Marry me,”

We whispered to a face we did not see.

Marriage is not friendship. It’s a lens.

Character, in time, breaks its defense.

The stranger stood revealed, a troubled shore,

A wedlock of the mismatched, wanting more.

Oh, wisdom learned in bitter, slow unveil:

Better to be barren than to sail

A child into a storm where hands withdraw,

Where love is lawless, and the past is raw.

What call is there to summon from the dust

A life to cradle in manipulative trust?

Why bring a soul into this modern air;

To bear the ancient burdens, poorly buried?

The ghosts you carry, heavy and unwaried?

The future’s challenge is a different breed,

An AI age with its own thorny seed.

Why strap an old world’s weight to their new back?

Why give them only what our failures stack?

Why cater to one careless of her frame,

Who sees in care a leverage, a claim?

Why stretch the soul for one in survival’s sway,

Whose currency is drama, night and day?

So from a window, to a bed, to vows,

To staring at the stranger in the house -

We see the chain. And choose to break the line.

No child of mine will mix your blood with mine.

No heir to this unresolved, tangled past

Shall face the intelligent future, overcast.

Let ancient troubles end here, in this room.

From stranger’s wedlock, let no new womb bloom.

The age to come has battles of its own;

They must not fight our monsters, fully grown.

FERT