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a hotness like breath steals over my nerves

an omen of sorts it solemnly serves

I breeze by laughter's grandmotherly embrace

for it is not humor of now I wish to face

a memory pounces upon me as I make my way innocently

inside a threatened thought

while mesmerized by its horrific beauty I am bloodlessly

caught

my usual pale skin grows even paler as the tragic truth

tiredly emerges

adrenaline triumphantly kicks in and the fear strongly

surges

words wordlessly fall far behind truth in its timid tale

yet they jump to my undeserved defense when reasons of

unknown origin part ways and separately fail

they each together point out obscure obstacles in

fabrications cold crimson domain

all these grim blurry visions I am seeing are

imaginings devised by a very sleepy, uncertain brain...

( written Sept 12, 1992 am)