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I fell

in the eyes

of the moon

stumbling

so far down

i could not right

even my own dignity

my stupidity

screamed silently

in eight languages

all my inadequacies

rose

to conquer me

and I was judged

and found quite wanting

before I even realized

the event had taken place

that's not a good feeling

scared of some good opinion

lost

I RAN

and felt mocked for having

done so

taken in by the calmness of

the stirring storm

makes me wonder

will I ever truly know this

MOON MAN

deep beneath these confused

bones that make up me

I know in some conclusive way

that yes indeed I shall

but OH GOD

is such prospect scary

and like a moth to the flame

she fearlessly flew

singed wings and all

into his net

scared and fluttering

but drawn

so strongly still

to his understated strength.......

January 28th, 2001 6pm