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lapping at my minuscule memory

lies a thrashing thought of dreaded doubt

where ever I manage to run they still seek me out

some would call this passion, pensiveness with a

decided predatory pout

I call this a supreme effort manifesting itself as a

foul deed robed so devout

lying supine at the feet of an unenforced curfew

there's a rhythm of love that pushes me into what I

would rather not do

laugh at myself over the fallacy of this rue

my own conscience fights me in this spirited spree

of unflinchable courage

but its desperation and darker side I would be wise

to discourage

but if I purge myself by painting the worst possible

scene

I'll not only put myself in a hell of an emotional mess

but rub myself raw trying to come clean

yet off my silly insecurities I must somehow myself

ween

but over all on the idea of any form of drastic change

I'm none too keen

I still mask my innocent motives so merrily mean

so to my true self I can still continue to stay

even if only relatively unseen...........

(written Aug 7, 1992 pm)