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the heart of choice beats me at my own ill thought

out game

by blistering the catalyst that seeks no immediate

nor immoral shame

initially, I am cast in the role of that of the evil

villein insecure

though none too happy to inherit this honor

still my original intentions remain not yet

squandered and pure

so, such is left said for the gentle slipping of one's

sorely shouldered soul

like that clutched in the palm of the young

crucified Christ

I repeat not what I only once say instead at it I laugh

thrice

or so I would say is my goal

as while unto the morbid maelstrom of shock

I softly bend to drink

but one unnoticed drop

and at the sadness in lack of individuality I come to

feel a little more than merely de trop

but let slide not my mind into these murky waters of

promised clarity and devoutly stark understanding

for without my numerous insecurities at my gathered

beck and call

I would not be who it is I so strongly claim to be

in this place where I am now landing

grace is only after all a disguised look for stricken

mortality

so never take death of and in the heart at simple

face value

and in the end we'll all be more the better for it

now slip not before me the hand of dream............

(written Aug 7, 1993 am)