Thicker than blood, or: Bugaboo

Stop asking, for I'll answer you,
extending pliant boundaries,
embellishing fresh memories;
vast worlds and words to be construed

Power and pain, born both of truth,
yearned after through the centuries;
discerning eyes may peer beneath;
all want to know -but then they do

Reality shan't be eschewed,
enticed, youths' curiosities;
wishing to know His masterpiece,
learn to despair for what's ensued

Timeless, the story continues;
we, like the rest of our species;
love overflows our arteries;
your pain -mine fiercest bugaboo

* * *

* By coincidence, this was written on Father’s Day (United States)

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