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I am

almost beautiful

when I am manic

I've realized

this very thing

a great many times

before today

and when I feel

close enough to share

I will do so

purposefully

with the full extent and force

of my 'Old Child's) soul

I relish the gift of memory

and understand the lines of friendship

in their most intricate forms

I know there will never be another

exactly like me

yet still

I am but dully unique

a pale, tattered image of God

likely even far less

chaos often pays for my meals

you might say

there is no such thing

as tragedy

not really

we are blessed

even in starvation

to be here

in this moment

having these experiences

and truly feeling

that they are the most important

feelings that there are

but they are not

the unblemished beauty

that sleeps lightly within

our cumbersome bodies

that is the cherished orchid

so fragile and yet so strong

so many never truly find their

own deep silent beauty

nor do they hear the music such

beauty plays

in my low moments

its those who are entirely lost

to themselves

that I pray fiercest for...........

(written Aug. 23, 2001 5am)