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all my sweet lonelies

eager flesh comes pounding out

a salt less ocean

crashing upon no true shore

mental snapshots singed by tears

memories reconfigured

one fraction of a vaguely recalled feeling

at a time

absorbed by 'The Beckoning Night's Wishes'

I make love with the past

for the present is a joke

and I fear a future that may not want me

as I am

weak

meaningless

rarely thought of

self pity is such  an ugly cloak

to wear..............

(March 19, 2000 2am)