Ill-fated State of Affairs

A hand, held out
But no one to hold

A turn, a glance
With no response

A place, a time
Without a date

A gift, a talent
Unable to share

A keen understanding
Of useless information

Finding endless bounty
Beyond the horizon

Sensing love’s true kiss
Upon the leper’s lips

Realizing the meaning of life
Is quite clear to the madman