below the praise that constantly chokes in
my mind
there glares a marvelous mystery in me
that I have yet to fully find
a mere strike of a chord can connect certain
images to a long ago time
I am lost until I have perfectly found the
proper sublime
a tautness yet glued caters to the current
sight
realizing my foe
I beckon to the bridge that will carry me
through the dampening night
as upon the least expected plateau
the scattered pieces pull together and form
the work of mystery in me is alas,
allowed to be born
so by my pulling off one more tattered string
from my tightly harnessed soul
once again I am able to feel
why, almost whole
relief slowly then returns to await the
flood of
another day............................
(March 14, 1996)