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they called to me from the darkest dark

whispering in a chant

that

'It Is Our Time'

whatever that means

but just how did their long ago thoughts

become so unexplainably entangled with mine

I wish I could say

but I am uneasily torn

between dream and time

my sleep has become quite a disturbing

informant

how can I better explain

what I can not too clearly recall

those much too long ago and oh so very

far away summers

in an era that can not be adequately

described

where an I yet not really I so tragically

spent

more than a life time's tears

remembering with such consummate longing

just what

I do not exactly know

it is as if

all my shadowed memories are bent

and bottled up by a jar that I have not

had the joy of stumbling upon yet

but still

trust me of these words

for I most definitely will

the gauntlet of my muse

will not be taken up

by anyone else

only me

why in such quest even myself and I

shall fail to be included..........

(Sept. 28, 1998)