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in a blaze of bored glory

even the messiest shards

of the ugly bitter truth

came forth

where has all my courage

gotten to

Four Clouds it seems has saddled

the wind

such confusion for me is deeply

disturbing

the demesmerization  seems without

end

happen since is but a foul breath of

old vinegar

leaping upon the cucumber's back

to such caving

why I ask

is there no more idle merriment

in even my humor's attack

the feared for edge

has met me at my very own door

I am unable to see the original

focus

from the lingering threat of misplacing

the floor

its just a few hollowed out words

you in short

had quite laughably become

my forged foundation

and in a string of but a few

careless sentences to me

you blew my every last nail, board

and cinder block away

until

'tis naught more now than a bit of

rubble on the ground

my recently expanded reality indeed alas

has shifted

though I will never myself attempt to

repay you such favor

please note though anyway

that it is now I who owes you

a little devastation.............

(May 24, 1999)