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torrents of such great sadness

futilely held at bay

flickering images

in my pieced goods mind

tells me I'm not really so very

insane

the weight until lifted

shall pound upon my

shoulders with its lumbering

discontent

a hop scotched life style

pulls me together

even as it tears apart my

misappropriated affections

boulders hold such grand interest

for me

as their massive size and

intimidating edges

represent a large remainder of my

current life

I find I miss what I can't have

and have what I don't miss

I am an egg that's too raw to eat

yet far too foul even when cooked

the in between makes me wait

endlessly

windless in a port of raging rain

crying for my season

that's yet to arrive............

(written Feb. 18, 2000 10am)