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THE DECONSTRUCTION OF A MOMENT
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JOURNAL#30 communication all too arrogantly
begins its spiral descent
careening with a thud into that
cold, cold void of reasonless dark
voices crescendo in an excruciating manner
doors precede to rattle in an exiting sort
of violence
the world suddenly grows so very small
and supremely much more bitter
the eerie stillness adds further to the twisted
guts of self torment
he is gone,
really gone
or so in that moment you truly believe
regret rushes in
all gossamer and robes
to remind you of what a fool you've been
then you sadly sigh
wishing so wildly
if only we could take back
certain stretches of time
in our anger ruled hearts
why then perhaps
more and more love
could freely flow outward from us
as well as in..........
(written Sept 11,2005 9pm)
