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Ophelia

your mastery of self

grows tall

liberating everything

even

that self prescribed genius

in your soul

a tea of brewed ideas

captivates your tilted

woman's journey

severed lightning

councils you as a friend

your mind

such a celibrating bash to the

overly cerebral

yet your spirit of happiness

grows broad

off balancing you further

limb by unvaried limb

you are a colorful enigma

in the black and white realm

of the far too common

thick fat air

that chokes from liars

even their most honest last

breath

and yet you with lifeless eyes

continue to pace sullen

a weighted fairy unable to fly

an eye drenched full of sight full

scary

looking at you now

one would think

that you never really lived

perhaps indeed it is true

you were naught but a pawn

in a tragedy

all made up in the mind of Shakespeare

oh Ophelia

surely thouest weeps no more

ah but then nor doist thy laugh so gaily

and rich in verbal battle war

but all shall round upon itself

to be redeemed one day

but never fret

for Hamlet attends to you now

your grim but still dedicated and dark

purgatory servant.......

Sept 4,2000(939pm)