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like a stack of decades

the prize poet in me plays tug of war

with my heart and mind

even more than it did before

the battle for further understanding

wages on and I am caught in the middle

holding my last breath and loving

my Lord all the more

have my unconcerned actions in the past

spoken for me much louder than any words

that I've ever put to page or said

and am I to constantly (forever)

be re-evaluating myself while sitting up

alone late at night in

'This Fitful Sleeper's Bed'

to dream of being young, thin and

uncharacteristically innocent again

oh, but you wouldn't have liked me

very well at all back then

I was much too brash

bold and angry I guess...............

(Feb. 23, 1994 pm)