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so silent is this night

in its battered lavender hue

so pale in mock rebuke

of its own shallow flattery

such patient extravagance tonight

is my bitter muse

the lonesome Ohio

sings her sad siren's song

to the gullible banks of

one of Belpre's finest shores

any tears now

I should attempt to cry

why, who could be near enough

to even think they hear me

I feel too

the ancient pull

of your dark, inviting waters

emotional embrace

such peace you could supply

the lash wrenched heart

lost to its blutungen spite

a pathetic figure stands I

disturbing the timeless draw

of this typical lover's night

so very bend less in my numb,

stoic frame

with eyes a reflection of wet

pavement

my sighs cut ribbons into my chest

with but one fall from this lonely overlook

the butchered body could grant my tortured

surely a modicum of release

the rape

a mere beating and tearing of a little flesh

the worst destruction occurred afterward

when the mind could not successfully separate

me from the abuse of the body

the flesh

it was then decided

had to go

and had that jogger

not pulled his hamstring

in the car park just then

I would not be regaling this near

tragedy today

for the poet in me too

would have been just as joylessly expunged

so, I must say this

for someone who exists

where there is no time

God sure does have amazing timing

and destiny knows well the ways

of pride..............

(written Oct. 6, 2002 9pm)