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labyrinth of confusion

how you plant your stake in these thoughts

a giddy gregarious woman once was I

until I found myself bogged down

in your gaited garden of endless preoccupation

spell bound and thought sick

questioning the jagged angles I find

around every corner

the hour glass has tilted

I can't seem to see passed my own

inner turmoil

am palm up to the hand of time

taken a back by startling circumstance

vinegar that was once the sweetest wine

my own foolish tears mock me

with but my own ragged weary fingers

I have dug a hole

and hacked a beautiful meadow completely up

into an unrecognizable field of dirt

sparingly I redress my participation

I can hear my own breath yawning at what

a fool I've been

still being

and likely will be some more

'tis too bad that there are no booths for pity

to sit down and take a seat in

or else

I would be further forced to sit alone with

my hurtling and hurting thoughts

blessedly, I am too self denying to

be of any danger tonight

to another heart's well being......

(written April 6,2007 150 am)