SPILLING

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spilling magnificently into my mind

are cultivated seeds of graphic mis design

they over flow my already too many cups of self

preoccupied thought

that I once so creatively considered to be

solely mine

how so very inappropriate that feels

like spilling expensive old wine upon long sad

letters of gentle appeal

the life between the two is now no longer

I am captivated by the remorse that bleeds

beneath the blunder

and my excitement for the further muse is

zapped and put asunder

tragedy riddles my spirit's concern

and blinds all wisdom

to the view of fleshed wonder..............

(Dec. 27,1997)

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