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fluent is my love

this master

I call soul

tame is my vessel of truth

belying the force

of all I wish to know

a season of subterfuge

lying brittle in its

old wrappings

such package I refuse

to carry with me

knowingly

anymore

for I rebuild what I uncover

and weep tears of laughter

for my plight

my reactions to all are

twenty plenty

unfaked and folded neatly

at a far less frightful

distance

like some swelling ailing

shipwreck

ignoring the song of the

pending rocks ahead

such virtues of impurity

could write chapters on

the subject of

personal goals

though so many pages in myself

lay yet written to be

so fully read

tomorrow though

is indeed another instructor

who will teach me

all she cares for me to learn

at her hand

I simply must wait and listen

as God sends us our lessons

but only in his own time

meaning for me

this moment is mine to explore

through a wealth of unorchestrated

magic

I bring all forth to the page

in the exposement of my

most vulnerable core

that of

my inner most thoughts....

(June 30,th 2001 945pm)