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I was deep at 22

which scared a lot of people greatly

mostly my peers

I played dumb for a lot of years

so I would fit in

then my soul kidnapped me

and I alas outgrew such silly notions

those people never knew this me

you see

so they, due to CAUSE AND EFFECT

never really knew me at all

just the mask that I wore for their comfort

a much lesser me

if you will

'tis sad

now that I look back and really think about it

so much of me I viciously shoved down into

poetry books

as that was the only place she could fully

come out and breath

all those boys I once loved so deeply

and most never even knew

were too shallow and self absorbing to even

accidentally learn

the cleverly hidden truth

my mentioned depth

so I unshackled her and allowed her to roam free

this deep poetic me

and though these words so often castrate me in the

eyes of others even today

still to me they help me feel not so much less

anymore of what I truly am

fluidly literate

and ironically still

these same words once repressed

still go over so many heads

perhaps that could be my strangled eulogy

hmmmph

twas just a guess.......

(Feb.5,2000 1am)