FLUXUATIONS

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how is it that today does not know my name

and yet yesterday cries for me

as tomorrow speaks fondly of a contributor

she never really knew

such dilemma lies solely in the ability

of self perception

without one's ability to be self aware of

one's surroundings and the general concept

of time's passing

are but sketches of nothing truly tangible

understandably

Faith keeps her own embassy here

(written Feb 12, 2006 1120pm)

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