find I not the explicitness of the maddest moment
to carry me beyond all hope's initial reclusive scare
and into a dreadfully darkened chamber of awareness
found by no other but I
with the gentle aid of desperation's sweet sense
for otherwise yet promised despair
open not the wound that will only continue to bleed
but the goodness and gate to my unintended affair
and for the very pleasure
my pride will forgo to plead
and list not the shortened length of reasons
that I've come upon to care
for those are merely 'Wings Of The Much Too Obvious'
remnants one might say of a once most unprofitable pair
infatuation and blindness............
(written Aug. 26, 1993 am)