a mystical shedding
spiritual anonymity
a spring essence for the fertile mind
a lathering of thoughts that is never washed away
the river of self expression flows ever deep
a lifting of simplicity
sheds light on the complexity thats always been there
the sum of my parts does not show the beauty of the poetry that storms up to the gates of my volatile self allure
and brings those crucial word warriors all into graceful line
preparation skates a bit out of focus here in
one glimpse of unaltered self
I realize there can be no true preparation
so, I always write free.......
(June 27,2001 115am)