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hello infidelity

how have you been

still missing me

perhaps

and my most inappropriate sin

does the crime in the end

not quite so easily fit the

puzzling punishment anymore

would you care to argue or rather

agree

or has guilt better yet over all

been appointed to take indifference's

place

banning every last outpost leading

unto joy

in such a sizable catastrophe and

in such case

would one do better to mark up such

silently suffering misery

as a mistake made in merely too much haste

when there are nets gone begging

that are yet to be cast

among the forgotten fledglings

who cry just so foul

into the ears of the none too pleased

sleep without dreams is such an incredible

waste

right up there beside bridges built by the

blind

when completed are perfect in their design

but upside down all the same

so along could come just any confused weather

and allow them to backwards burn

just as oddly all my crossroads are now cinders

while the tables remain unturned

the eyes once so very blessed with incredible

insight

now have become such traitors to the soul

they give me away to my own unwanted ignorance

almost every time

if lust were a merry band of thieves

why then my own foolish desires would rival

to be their chosen crime

as I seem to attract such creatively balanced

imperfections

I am harnessed to their unique yet immense

mass

why sometimes I believe that I would kill just

to die a day sooner

though just what I would do with that day would

require much clearer for thought than all the

sharp narrative contrast I alone possess

the moment

in my melodramatic touching upon it

has once again escaped me

I never worry long

as it always returns

just like 'Broken Clock Work'..........

(Sept. 21, 1998)