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without any real prime regard for the end in consequence

I welcome the uncontrollable hunger with near that to

desperate legion

which burns my soft, untouched insides

outwardly trampling realism off in virtual droves

while calling up faith to stand before the courts

of necessary question ability

bleeding the words of half truths all over my

fashionable feet of molded clay

drowning my peaking spirits in the myth

of all forms of light, I am flooded most

by 'Summer's First'

breathless and blinding day...............

(written Nov. 1, 1993 am)