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despair so dark and desperately cold

completely surrounds my already wet blanket of

insecurity

scaring the literal life out of all holds on

every even remote aspect of before yet touched

obscurity

just what farce is this I ask with justified

reverence to the sky

while in my enraged heart there in trips the

hammer of failure that demands almost beseechingly

why?

incompleteness falters miserably upon the trail of

hopelessly distraught remorse

losing all its inward sight as it stares

bewilderingly into the light

for there are after all no apparent impressions of

before walked footsteps upon this gravely shadowed

course

day skitters about the ledges of yet before felt

death

simply ( mortality) hiding cautiously from confusion

and approaching night

with its fear of the exact unknown

obvious in every swallow and shallow broad sweep

of breath

so now so much lesser is the initial fright

then it is often good that we each always try to

wish everyone the opportunity to have one

as every walking and breathing soul still about

indeed should............

(written Oct. 16, 1993 pm)