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what I do is nothing so grand as palatial art
I only attempt writing my strange form of preferred
prose in this play titled "LIFE" because that seems
to be my permanently handed part
thoughts belonging to the past and hampered emotions
long since gone or dead crash in on my current
existence
I am awed and amazed not to mention inspired by
their apparent strength, natural curiosity and
persistence
between the ruse and myself I must place some
well meant and sometimes intolerable distance
I can only do so without any interference
that's usually intended to be in my assistance
to hope, is to recognize possibilities that may
have long ago been denied
upon realizing that, my sorrow belongs mostly to
the past
I can now denounce the guilty tears I have cried
my mind has been shocked and has become
quite listless
partaking in such mentally draining experience
such as mine could be the explanation for this
I have out distanced the oddest of twists
and at last in pin pointing my problem I have
happened across what I previously missed...........
(written May 8,1991 in the pm)