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the past future and present I simply don't recall

when mistakes get made I'm harder on myself than that

of a Marshall

for every rise  of one's spirit

eventually there comes a greater fall

one's memory is a beautiful thing but that's nothing

new it always has been

the mind can almost always be relied upon to be kind

when the situation depends

yet it can be quite a nemesis when you can't differentiate between who is what and how and when

so you're left with only a mild prostituting of the

soul again

so not to surrender to my doubtless dysfunction

I carry a tattered notebook with me to log manually

each valued memory

some thought I attempt to think astound even

misguided me

but I'm always left with the question why don't I

simply let myself be

and this answer always echos forward from the darker

side of the mind

if I did I'm much too complex to ever be able to get

fully untangled from myself and be alas free

after all I ask you is it fair to study the roots at

the expense of killing the tree

not even to the most self serving of men is this an

issue we each eye to eye say we see........

(written Aug 29,1991 am)