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I lay down in the rain

and took a bath in my own tears

a gentle nostalgia

wooed me to quiet

memories dabbed at the ache

permeating all my 33 years

and a blessed moment of peace

let the old wounds subside

setting into motion

proof

if you will

that the mind can be

if it wishes

one's momentary ally

rest oh blistered spirit

let the soft strains of

unfiltered hope

address the sorrow

that lays so scorched and wounded

within

one needs these self healing

moments of calm

to build a place

where eventual time

and THE INJURED NOW

can come to meet as friends

and salvage some enlightened understanding

as

clear logic

often enough

is born

of shear pain

that is gradually introduced

to the mind of reason

two parts

creating

in certain circumstances

a very special arrived upon

wisdom......

(Feb 15, 2001 1130pm)