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like a poem's last drop of some sweetly refined spirit

I can taste the bitterness of its poignancy yet can

not quite hear it

for the cries do not permeate outward very far from

the torn walls of the compromised inside

nor are there any safely harnesses to keep me as part

of one piece on this most turbulent downward slide

everything has flashed before my unprepared eyes as

I yank my disenchanted hopes back

where did it all go so very wrong and why did I not

recognize the sounds of discontent until it was too

bloody long after the bleeding fact

victory can sound so fakingly sweet

when spilled from the lips of the one starting

in defeat.............

(written April 9, 1993 am)