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a rainy Sunday evening

lost with you in my thoughts

the marvel and the wonder

keep me chained to just a

little clarity

though I know not with what

have I finally truly found you

almost too fearfully I ponder

yet doubt she slyly whispers

probably not

but still the endless nagging

questions

rivet me beyond the brutal monotony

that has long since taken hostage

my ever so fretful heart

a billowing softness of muted

discovery sleepily jars my feverish

state

in my calloused weak clutches

I hold a much too vague photograph

why the man could be one of any

number of men

yet still I grasp to whatever possible

notion I can

to ascertain whether or not

he is indeed my him

so many elements of his not so

terribly common life

match the secret but scratchy details

that only my soul doth fully know

if only something much more tangible

would slash me to a greater certainty

then belief in the inevitable

wouldn't battle and bruise me so

I harbor no ill will towards the

frustrating sources that seem to guide

me through such emotional storm

I just wish I could somehow obtain a far

better foot hold on this blasted wall

of questions within me that has been

to date so cleverly shorn..............

(Feb. 22, 1998)