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JOURNAL #28

fettered are we

laced up

in the arms

of time's finest straight jacket

LIFE

almost a beautiful cut of tweed

for some

ever moving

among the self important pauses

a world of centuries grinning back

at a sudden lone being

encapsulated by just that

BEING

every second is precious

creating schemes

that falter to rush

far passed

the frankness of the present

shelter is

that one last amazing breath

that others

can only seem to find the courage

in themselves

enough to fear

its arrival

seems so damn silly

to actually be afraid to

go back home

Melissa

(March 26,2003(1am)

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