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the scene I just witnessed got me rolling

along this mental beach of jagged rocks and debris

I am strolling

so much around to be picked up

and used for my poetic means

just now into a brilliant mental tidal wave

my mad mind careens

I dash to the left then quickly back to the right

I must find pen and paper before light falls and

leaves only the dead of the night

surely you can hold witness to my most pitiful

plight

over flowing thoughts and fast approaching abnesia

I must stand still to fight

where have I laid my paper and pen

if I don't get this forceful jumble of sentences

on to paper

I'll crawl right out of my own skin

my own breaths fall back into my face again and

again

my whispering words echo in my wind tunneled ears

It's not a whim

It's not just a whim

words are relative to my claim in life

like that of one's kin..............

(written Feb 6,1991)