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pencil me in

for ten minutes of your time

a lackadaisical remorse

prods me to confess

I could never miss you

like you'd wish

as your weathered brow

my own eye

it does not define

but beseeches the cross in my heart

to plunge your thoughts only further

into my imagination's vacuum

I am credited for being caught

hung from a standard

for which another committed

such emotional crime

and the former claim of love

once professed

so cowardly  stands

hunkered over

between us now

a convulsive misfit

never able to ascend and bind us

over to the next level

respect to love

committed instead

limerence faded

leaving us

cold

and ever to be damned...........

(June 20, 2000 1230am)