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the D__ word plays in my mind

like some frightening visionary

strange

how he being the gardener

does not seem to realize

this dark scary seed he's planted

I am flute without fire for my song

I have toppled

Humpty Dumpty is angry that I stole

his gig

all of this would be deeply intriguing to my

naturally curious mind

if it were not for

my pulverized heart

doesn't he know

the idle changing of his mind

on such matter

does not ease my terror

of the very real possibility now

of my eventual loss of him

I guess not

for

while I sit up half into the night

devastated

with tears rolling hard out of

swollen eyes

trying to piece together some

fragments of sense

he all too peacefully sleeps

its 3:34 am

I can hear his telltale snores

a testament to this fact

I have noted

(Sept  15,2003)