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pardon me whilest I trip over my own flawless pride

in dire attempt to uncover just what it is I before

only wished to hide

into my own realm of ginger insanity others have all too

rudely walked or pried

only to witness just how far from my fantasy would I

venture to slide

behind the eyes of the so terribly dull

I crack my steel studded intelligence like a whip upon

a member of a slave crew

forgetting all reason for why I came in from the too

uncreative cold  for

leaving only myself again with this sad 'Seeker's Bequeath'

on my recently retired hands and hungry face

with nearly nothing more

but a shallow look of utter distaste

that glues these beautifully bewildered eyes sullenly to a cold

and faceless floor

if you feel you must then kill me now but not in this

very enlightened hour

for I have lost all will to envision any form of even a cryptic power..................

(written Aug. 8, 1993 am)