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taste no pain

feel no grandeur

allow mindless ecstasy to have full reign

and misery shall in the end pay for its candor

I had a delightfully delicious dream about you

only it wasn't really you but me wearing your

clothing instead

what do you think such strange imaginings mean

that we are perhaps cut from the same fine bolt

of cloth

why, I could shout to say well I suppose

but tender uncertainties and half truths

have a curious way of bumping into each other

much too often nose to nose

and we lecture to ridicule circumstance

that poses the innocence of coincidence

as fate

there must be a reason why reason itself

gets so unrecognizably stretched out of

shape

that we deem such dubious doings as utterly

innate

when in reality we know that it is not

this too common behavior stands only as a

veiled excuse

or rather a weak excuse given in hopeful

exchange for a bit of emotional immunity

immunity from some all too real so very

fearful feelings

so complex sometimes are they

that we become inept to fully comprehend

the inner workings of our very own hearts

what makes us tick like time pieces crafted

by the far sighted time maker

hearts that we, while foolishly still too

young place on emblazed display for all

the envious world to see

but unlike the lackadaisical aging of the

universe

we all do indeed grow up

and we sometimes stumble as we learn

that the only way to get such a glorious

time piece to run smoothly with in the

proper sequence of such imperfect humanity

we personally feel we must put ourselves

out to somehow explain

which means we believe ourselves capable to

succeed

only if we tear the entire system apart

and rebuild it a new in the shadows of our

own likeness

and from this narcissistic notion

unto a tumultuous world

there born to infiltrate our lives

was greed........................

(Feb. 10, 1997)