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we fly so high

that we all too soon

must surely come down

the higher the horse

of our latest love in question

the further away from us it rides

yet again

across the ravaged helm of each

desperate moment that we each

tried so hard not to relate to

or share

the great warrior

prince of unadmitted self disgust

an impractical yet sage beast that

it is

physically argues instead over the day

old yet still tender remains of the so

sought after kill

the prey of fault

but who's?

what feast attempts to undertake such

an astronomical spirit

throwing it brutally to the cold ground

like a frightened fox

cornered by the huntsman's chase

where the heart of the untamed demands

rights to bravery and fair tactics of

mutual save face

what garbage and emotional waste

another's unexpected spring of tears

is the bitterest of all to have to taste

privately I found that I am preceded often

by my own raw aggravation

as I wearily cross to make my silent way to

any sort of even strained situation

lost to the unwillingness of the world

and left drowning in a constant pool of

overstated preoccupation

in so being I have alas concluded that there

is no easy peace to be found in any calming

form of before unspoken about self revelation

and that puts me in such an 'Irksome Funk'

which to say the least is not a happy

sensation.....................

(Dec. 16, 1993 pm)