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with a vagueness of spirit

I am called up to the mark

with fire already in my blood

I have no need for any even soulful spark

will the spirit fall to crawl when it is plunged

into the terror ridden dark

or will it take to water with the shear force of a

territorial shark

these thrilling thoughts of escape pound relentlessly

upon my battle weary brain

often physical pleasure is the easiest of all

to fool and feign

I choose to lose solely in order to gain

and my empathy for others is born of the probable

pain

I ease the control by a mirror measured notch or two

then I'm back on the path that over only shortly ago

I once freely flew

does the soul force logic's hand like a critically

unhappy shrew

or does it merely defy death in degrees by promising

death its eventual due

with love so hot and violently red in hue

know that I would gladly give to death my sacrificed

self in place of you................

(written July 26,1992 am)