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Like I have no real choice in the matter

I venture far into the game

and nostalgia forces me to see that I will never again

be entirely the same

just what brought me to this professed point in question

and why has my senses failed me in such counteractive

yet subtle succession

there is no gain to be made in any even remote form of

regulated regression

so perhaps I would be far better off if I just dropped

such acts of dwindling depression

I've come so close many times to that thin, pebble

painted line

maybe it wasn't an excuse I needed but more so a sign

telling me not to get out simply because you

probably can

instead let every last thing go when it gets too close

to the fan

when it comes right down to the wire and you are left

with nothing more than your grit and gall

perhaps its better to see just what you say instead

of saying what you saw.............

(written May 22, 1992am)