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what a dark intimate minute

this moment is

that pelts my sun

I am ravenous

for the light's latest shower

hail could fall upward

and my muse would burn

to pay homage to such

Ripley

a vague beast

this edifying ponder

clouds are lovers

for the sensitives eye

and yet today

I ignore their

come hithers

I must be unbalanced

a flake in the sky

of reason

thankfully

my heart remains

submerged

in baskets

over flowing with grace

still

the mind clickety clacks

on

like an old 1930's

type writer

madness

is the thought of you

gone from me

Evermore...............

(Jan. 12, 2000)