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I'm growing slowly away from those I love

I quickly gaze down only to still see above

I'm not sure whether or not I can take another bout

with love's sobering abuse

but to you the outer edges of my experience I'll

attempt to politely introduce

you can't view the true image of me for the shadow of

my professed calling

I can't hear the cry of a crumbling tomorrow

so whose to listen for the thud of our simultaneous

falling

away from my own shattered band of 'illusion' I am

currently crawling

what is it I see in myself that I find so awfully

appalling

into the boat of apathy my shaken dissatisfaction

I am haughtily hauling

in my path of temper, trauma and tears

I figure out only in discontent and defeat

that the facing of one's personal crisis and fears

brings courage full circle

making the change in the soul

feel comforted and complete

I realize if I live a little better

still, I'll die as I expected

no more, no less

though reverse inner understanding assails me in a

hard thundering clap of soft sweet silence

I hold my trembling tongue back away from my ego I.D.

a form of self defense..........

( written Dec 2, 1991 am)