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off onto yet another chill-less chase I tirelessly trot

pinning only a wicked grin to my face I stand firmly to

this very spot

consciousness sings softly her terminal tune of havoc

in my heedless head

while I whistle as cheerfully as I can to myself to

help drown out these feelings of approaching dread

yet no one seems to notice but myself

my feet seem almost graceful even as they drag me

about as if I'm dead

they carry me as if they were made of lead

I gingerly shrug off doubt's dirty little hands as I

step out into the climate of reality so very cold

though I have forgotten the current calender year

still I know I am old

I berate my ignorance for not having the necessary

courage needed to learn

the sweetest decline comes only in my knowing that

no offer made to my heart has yet stood firm

like a thought colder than the chilling September

rains

from my face the shame I swallow slowly as it drains

leaving only the nudity of yesterday's crucial mistake

I miscalculated his reaction to just what was at stake

which was/is my hurt and pride but for now I'll disengage

this fleeting attempt at clear thought for my heart is

damaged and my heart quite fried..........

( written Aug 10,1992)