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misery crowds the soul

happiness cracks open a window

a partially realized reality

holds me hostage

the broad cascades of light

reveals far too much

uncomfortable has only managed

to unseat the self that lives

wisest in the morrow

much of which these eyes do not wish

to see

so much confusion

cold truth and upheaval

on the horizon

the words 'I Love You' now seem so

vague

and yet they still possess some mystical

power to amplify such resounding soothe in me

I long for yet simultaneously dread the eventual

climb out of the pit

my weakness further weighs me down

pathetic is my over practiced smile

so feverishly tempted to be down the road I

choose seems to carry so very little sunshine

'tis a good thing

as my sunglasses have long since now been broken

so why waste tears

to cry for the summer's next planned visit

mightlessly I draw upon the will of my inner me

the one that not only truly counts

but doesn't condemn

and hordes whatever beauty I still have left

deep within

such fears are the stains of rotten fruit that I

cannot remove from my clothes

far too narrowly human has become my exacting focus

one can make an argument for anything

Heaven for me can be a place beneath my bed

where I keep fond faded memories of you

a boundless joy

I only vaguely now remember

in snippets of the finest gossamer

that softly covers me up as I sleep........

(Dec. 16. 1999)