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where the darker whispers sing

unto my ringing ears

though I hear not a thing

there is where I am to forever stand

alone, silent, and mood less

aggravation she growls

as foolish indignation prowls

along the cliffs of a most startling mind

this is my second hand hell

and oh how I know each aspect of its perimeters

so well

these labels of me ring rather true

and some would guess

that there are more than a few

and my pinched faced yeah sayers would be quite

the right

as such sad self jest brings with it so very

little delight

so to further this drawing of more than mere

guess

I must step forward and promptly confess

that I am but misplaced energy

long now standing outside of the light

where all does not sit so well

in this feeble house of frail humanity

where I was put to dwell

furiously I must work to gain even if only

a step closer

to what though

that is what continues to evade me

so I write and peace, she sits upon my shoulder

shivering as I weave with my choicest words

for her, yet another tattered sweater

to add to the ill fitting pile of so very many

that I have long since lost count

and such is my acquired lot

this for me, constitutes life.....................

(June 26, 1996)