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beside myself

that is how I must seem

even when so clearly indisposed

there can be no apparent calm

that flows through this stream

all confidence buckles

cold brass embraces the bare knuckles

such spiriting pleasure when prickled

only tends to take on more of the

unwanted weight

in any other form of light

why such heartache would not seem to gleam

but rather annoyingly grate upon the tattered

nerves of a new beauty

confidant

like that of a rare fine diamond

but one submerged beneath many inner laying

layers of dull glass

the true conquerer claws to escape his self

made prison

softly I sigh

not so over challenged now seems am I

yet its all only in the end

a great matter of guess

so, why must I fight what so obviously makes

up the outer markings of me

I stand a somewhat reluctant victor

amid the old winners of what the before too

greedy lost

still most riveting is my distress

I seem to have won but alarmingly at

an exuberant cost

angry pride shares none too fairly in the

division of the spoils

and I would have almost swoon

that I could hear God's bitter mirth in

my head

I achieved what I wanted

only the actual reality

is pale and frail in comparison

to the initial fantasy

I am frightfully livid

wallowing around in the sludge

of my youthful desires...........

(Aug. 31, 1997)