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upon immediate arrival into the past

I came across a man his face mirror less

yet down cast

he looked like he'd seen the precise death of the

disease eating away at his soul

for the first time and last

and apparently what he had just been forced to witness

left him hardened of heart and utterly aghast

I knew by the quick coldness slipping into my limbs

that I should make tracks out of there seemingly fast

bu the crippling chasm between myself and the door of

'Self Removal' was clearly quite vast

but I knew I had to get out of such place for I was truly

afraid

that like that drained man

I too would be forced to watch my own self become

unflattered and equally unmade............

(written April 26,1992 am)