Where will I find you? A Georgi poem.

Where will I find you, my friend?

In an accusing forest of laws,

tortured by stories repented

yet never truly told?

In clear, blameless skies,

before, between and after words,

without verdict, innocent and free,

This is where I find you.

Where will I find you, my love?

Split in shame and disgust

where stinging eyes fame,

the one we could never tame?

In this stainless ocean free

of all monstrosity of fear,

untainted and pure, fiercely alive.

This is where I find you.

Where will I find you my child?

Abandoned in a dark room

where doors slammed shut

as if no-one was there?

Here, I will find you,

in the human moment,

born of infinite, endless care,

where division died before it began.

This is where I find you.