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uncornerable

even stripped of gentled darkness

berated misery

you howl

for your every last sweated alm

there are splinters housed in such eyes

that so penetratingly accuse

as they squint

yet almost impervious

seems your aimless hell

to my own mediocrity's lament

I felt as guilty as Judas himself

I winced as I shelled out my new colorful

friends

my every signature

scribbled each additional new comfort closer

to me

my holiday had to have encroached upon your

survival

I was interloper

yet unwanted, indirect money river rope

that further allowed your 'meet' its more

possible ends

my hand

you stared at mesmerized

such an abusive (though unrealized) pale

clean angel

I must have seemed to you

during my shallow travel through your

awesome though dilapidated world

seemlessly unmoved

by your demoralizing poverty and degradation

ah, but there is where you were so terribly

wrong

I cried myself to sleep many a hopeless and

distraught night

praying for your escape to a much better life

and thankful was I

for my safe return to my own

my dear open and affectionate India

I shant forget your sorrow and wonder anytime

soon

to me, you've been a blessing for from you came

my so beloved husband................

(written Nov. 11, 2002 10pm)