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JOURNAL #20 fear hath no spoon today
to further feed this trampled heart
there are matters yet to be resolved
in the fray
so hate not so much who
but rather
what
it is
that I feel I must say
if truth is a burden
then burden me
so to better me
in short
I am yours
to sculpt
in whatever the manner
whether in light or
mirrored darkness
as such intense fascinations
claim victory
in even the smallest wars lost
there is no new news really to relay
its the windowed well
that refuses first to give the worried
any amount of water
in my isolated intensity
I actually stood in an over crowded parking
lot and contemplated
the afternoon's bitter, icy wind
so unexpected upon my shivering shoulder blades
wondering very nearly aloud
do you really think God has any use for someone
who thinks such oddly unrelated things as me
I whistled
'Somewhere Over The Rainbow'
to my icy eared self
as I fished in my pockets for my misplaced keys
knowing full well
that without them
I would be stranded
just like one's life without God
but on a far, far greater level
and this so very simple thought truly
got to me
it was a frightful revelation
that filled my very soul with such ravenous
need
to have a long fulfilling conversation with
him
The HIM
as I weaved my way through certainly uncertain
traffic home
which in turn made me wonder
if even once
I gave him the smallest of smiles from my
incessant chitter-chatter
of fractured lunacy
at a stoplight
next to some woods
I saw
a busy little squirrel
stop scampering about
every which way
scouting for his dinner
just long enough
to slyly turn his head and grin
directly back at a truly most surprised me
and still
to this very moment
I would very nearly swear that God himself
put that cute little guy up to it
which alerted to me
in one breathless sense
poignant proof indeed
that he had heard
after all
my quaint little talk
with him in the car
apparently
every last word..............
(Feb. 13, 1999)
