where is it written
that man must be smitten
with tides and ebbs
and springs that don't last
when music and laughter
make love
perhaps
so to contrast
the day to day dullness
that our shadowy
counterparts
call their own lives
where as
we simply breath
so to be different
choice is
but only the true spirit's
golden key
so come
my daring yet dear
Pocketer
(of delight)
for our kingdom
lovingly awaits
(our return)
so love
I now know
thy true name
let it be without
so there is no further room
for even the smallest doubt
M-E-D-H-A-T!................
(Sept. 4, 1999)