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I sail to shine in the vacant screams

of a dying dishonor as she violently dreams

might holds a thinning pouch filled with

melancholy schemes

and I am hooded from the sharper purities of

truth

or so it now so sadly seems

even before the unbreathable

self denial plugs the punctured lungs of self doubt

so to breath again

misery binds her new soul so to separate herself

further from life

and her eyes of tainted mystery

how they grow empty as if filling up with the

darkest night

tonight

as she is impaled upon by some sweet perfect

abductor

death

oh, how many wish they could trade places with

her soon sorely won fight

veiled redemption slowly walks out of the mist

to greet her at 'The Between End's Bridge'

and together they stroll

arm in arm

into the awaiting light.....................

(Oct. 30, 1995)