SEA OF DETAIL

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I can't seem to console the absolute madness in my

mind

and I am unable to conceal this subtle sadness

that is the like to no other kind

the longer I search the less I seem to uncover or

find

I am solely responsible for documents in my soul

left to date so far unsigned

if I had been born to the suit of man

I'm not so sure if what I think I could do

is that of course what I actually can

you must try to forgive me if my self analysis

seems indifferent to the point of being casually

rude

I bury myself in my so often aimless ambition

as if my thoughts to my actions were gruesomely

glued

as I pull my hired hands from my already hindered

head

I remember what I've forgotten and say what I said

I would rather be lost alone upon the choppy

SEA OF DETAIL

than see love rise in the eyes of my emotions dream

only to them have them before me fall, shatter

and fail.......................

(Written April 8,1992 pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

self analysis gone a rhyming.

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