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I found my soul long ago in a poet's gentle hands

his thoughts, his wishes, his views

my spirit now proudly commands

and now on and of myself justification starts

to make its cruel demands

and these words that assail me continue to do so

like wind upon the desert sands

should I happen to accidentally lose myself just

one more time

I'm not so sure if again I will be able to retrieve

the true essence of myself through the means of poetic

rhyme

but due to the fact that I merely am so very human

for it, I am more than just willing to try

I'll somehow manage to steer myself into a sharper curve

to search for the hidden meaning of my quest

and note that for this I would be willing to die

what I sacrifice has no real meaning without any explanation

brought to the page soon after the fact

though what I sometimes do I can not always take it back yet

what I write I am quite able to retract

why is it that she who puts faith solely in the

persuasion of her pen

gets only one offered option in this life and that is

just when you say when!..............

( written Nov. 18, 1992 pm)