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all my love

intending to spend

with every vibrant, needy fiber of my

startlingly brittle being

beneath a broken heart's cringe

hope flounders only so brilliantly

in a tepid pool of grim realization

at the burdened hands of the sightlessly

condemned

riddled with

so much fear

and futile fascination

mirage

sweet, sweet mirage

sail on

so to anchor me sooner to your magically

elusive mooring's port

a swept up swelling sea cliff up ahead

in a swirling shower storm

of left behind sand

harbors me relentlessly to all these

eccentric thoughts

that I court

I hear them in my dreams

hovering as they hum in my wanted happiness

their song is so sweet

why, I can never seem to sleep

instead

I wonder

almost aimlessly

through constant lists of guess

and long for that of which I can not yet know

the future......

nothing more than a loosely guarded idea of just

what might be.............

(Sept. 14, 1998)