finding place

passing
through the rituals of acceptance
first he, then him
one after another as if a destiny
had been fulfilled

no need for tolerance in this
community
it’s filled with warmth and
mystique and birth of kindness
but it lacks what may be called
soul
it lacks my essential attraction

what to say, is it innate?
is it blinded by my falsely hosted
desires?
is it possible, even moderately
realistic? it’s uncertain
it’s confused
it’s me in here, though.