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the quickening in the soul pushes me

in attempt to make further peace

but to this mentioned attempt

I know no hold that is binding nor of any

legal lease

so I feel I must take myself on yet again

to temper and tidal task

and my truest sadness I must cleverly come to

quietly mask

if I am to somehow save my slipping self

from eventual ruin and despair

down my own barrel of besiege meant

I must be willing to stare

depth can be quite a commodity to he who chooses

to give credit to chance

but reality sill houses her rude soul

that doesn't seem quite so unwilling upon first

glance

I'm simply too jagged and jaded for morality to agree

to my untested terms of appeal

soft edged and clearly approachable  is not how some

would have me to appear or feel

I share a sensitive history with those whose  uneasiness

knows the rigidness of Rubin's Regarded Rules

how even today at my nullified senses his dehumanizing

idea of balance predictably pulls

I was ignited by my very own passions and submerged in

my grief

sure, I was at the top of the world for awhile

but my stint was destined to be brief

Topical Intelligence just now caught me surprisingly

off guard

and shoved me out of my own active thoughts

to the ground quite hard

but I was able to turn off my feelings like I turn

off my pride

pain can not be seen through the walls of darkness

so, it was there that I chose to hide..........

(written July 29,1992 pm)