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ever so slowly I'm becoming someone I once was

I can see it in the sea green of my all too knowing

eyes

though how so unseemingly back at me they startlingly

stare

like they are silently saying come now you know me

all that who I am

so, why do you not speak

in me the turmoil quivers

from what it is I wish but do not wish to seek

why I can see in the thick flowing mane from forehead

to shoulder of this familiar length of hair

I (but not me really) was somewhere before but I know

not just where

only that I am here now and at this new veil to my soul

(the eyes) I have all too calmly just become aware

the eeriness of the moment has already passed

yes,

and I find that I've lost before I could even begin

to find the appropriate key that opens the door to

the real beginning that came just before the last

Now, you try to Guess..................

(written Sept. 8, 1993 late am)