THE REFELCTION OF WORDS

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with the endless fuel of much imagination

farther and farther I seem to fly

the weight that is normally upon me is somewhat lifted

and the clouds never seem to get into my eyes

If I told you I asked for all this long, long ago

would you believe me

honestly, I don't know

perhaps you just might

after all how can one explain the day

by using words often associated with only

the night

hence such is my plight

yet I find a way to get around such clever

corners and roam

lending me to believe

that what it is

of whatever it is that I do

likely not ever need to be fully known.........

(June 35, 1996)








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