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JOURNAL #14

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)

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