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most thoughts ing enius or otherwise

come to me un sated by the arms of the night's

very own dark

and though I witness daily the beauty and brilliance

of sunrise after sunrise

the interruption of the day makes me question

was the writing so passionate last night before

merely an un digest able lark

there is no greater havoc than that in its early

stages of making

for every heart that falls in love

for it

another counteracts the experience by consequently

breaking

a handful of months does not constitute a a life time

and though some would say unsuited for these

conditions I shouldn't climb

to the cold reality of life, them I should rudely

awake

I don't believe in keeping thy fellow man fully

informed

perpetual boredom is one of those things which

against you can not be for warned

coming out of this mental mess with a clear and

level head is about as unlikely as a derelict on

death row

sure, for the occasion to be overly and verbally

dressed

I'll be ready to deal my nemesis inferiority

its first fatal blow

forgetting even with myself

is all that I truly know.............

(written Aug 12,1991)

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