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I once carried in a hand that was not mine

a small gold talisman

somewhere It I apparently came across to find

I know not exactly what nor why

these curious questions' answers seem to evade

me in an almost torturously haunted retrospect

I find myself challenged in my own silent

burning ponder

concern argues her ravaged reasons

respect what can not be better explained

a simple enough statement to make

but to continue to live along side such

unfulfilled clarity

I fear may become a lifetime mistake

whose pale, trembling hand is this I see in

my dimly lit eager mind's eye

yet another's, whom I am now certain to be long

since dead

no challenge could be greater than this

stricken conflict that investigates itself within

my very own head

and these vivid dreams so awake unto even my most

exhausted sleep

their visions flail me so spikingly deep

yet still no aiding light do they seem to shed

and more fixated I become into a near stupor

until raggedly I begin to weep

and the drenching tears they drown me into full

wakefulness

forcing me to bolt upright from my entangled bed

gasping, it was really, truly only a terrible

dream within a dream

profusely I give confusing thanks as I hold my

aching sleep and peace starved head

painfully thinking just perhaps life is much

much more over lapping and complex that merely

one would seem.......................

(Sept. 5, 1995)