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a plush penchant for the sun of mourning

daunted my every step away from mine

lover's door

his heaving shadow loomed behind my murky

misted eyes

until I thought I could not stand such blasted

vision anymore

a miracle thus past

my longest, harshest night

his arms, oh how they held me thus steadfast

dearest understanding reader

you can not imagine my plaintive retreater's

plight

alone at the inn now

battling its darkest passages

for the shortest journey out into the warm,

welcome rays of such a redeeming light

my needful tread grew weary

my head down and drown in mental ink of leery

as I forced myself away from my once fondest

delight

my heart how she fluttered so frantically within

my mad escaper's breast

I shutter though never shall forget such a

hungry harrowing fright

desperately away from this fraught experience

now, I must surely myself divest

and alas like the snow dust before magic

new wisdom descended upon me

the clean, white door to an offered fresh

beginning flew wide open before my eyes

I found myself drawn in

so I reached and was wholely received

torn from me, thankfully

was my disbeliever's formal guise............

(June 25, 1996)