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the escalation of my felt fear

renders me silent as to how I truly feel

my mind has bullied my heart in its unsubtle attempt

to pledge peace by making a deal

in this raw and weakened instant my reach has once

again extended far beyond my gregarious grasp

I sew up my failures far into the future

using threads that have been snatched

at random from the drawers of the past

I should rest re-think and re-coup some old bruised

losses

as I move along deeper in my receding reverie

the mind often in its stories

itself it deceives, discredits and double crosses

sometimes I forget or misuse colors and shades

I used in previous attempts of emotional seduction

and as every day life bears down upon me the memory

once so seemingly close begins to flicker and fade

the mind then hardens in its signals for further

instruction

it is no more than an age triggering rape like process

eventually itself of its own intelligence

it will slowly divest

to think my mind is dying little by little each day

I'd like to think not

but being the perfectionist that I am every T I must

cross and every I I have to dot

I breathe through the lungs of my writing only within

its passages can I appreciate all that I've got

there is more to my mental make up than quick wit and

a temper to the touch of too hot

I don't crumble easily under adversity and force

I may not know my exact destination

but I am familiar with current course

I am capable of great compassion but have little use

or favor ridicule or remorse

marriage I can see in my near future but I bare no

such vision of death or divorce

these goals and ideals were set in my mind long ago

but don't ask me to recall the source

for I believe in the purity of love

I reject the use of any form of force..........

(written Oct 4,1991 pm)