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split into at this moment my head is most definitely not

though my fragile heart would surely slit itself within

its promise should it be standing within ear shot

under the collar I have between the two become rather

hot

I have so very little to lose but that's still for me

quite an awful lot

I feel a certain kind of gentle kinship to pride's deep

desperation

even in my most blackened beliefs I think I could truly

stand stronger than the Carrie Nation

I suppose it would be wise to construct an emotional

prison to house my many uncertain insecurities

before they manage to hunt me down when logical

reasoning finds fault within and forcibly flees

unfaithful depression sweeps through my rigid and

aggravated mind

reality and foolish fantasy stand before my conscience unbelievably tangled and entwined

my loyalties to myself and often opposing others are so splendidly split

that I couldn't even at this point in my life convince

myself to spit

perhaps I should feel blessed for the cursedness of my apparent undaunting will

how foolish it now seems that some day soon all my

dreams I now covet I could indeed fulfill

oddly enough that doesn't choose to sit well with my

squandered misfortune and sorrow

I can barely deal with the ramifications of today so

how can I hope to acclimate myself to listen to the

echos coming from tomorrow..............

(written Sept 12,1991 am)