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contrary is my ailing bemusement

where life's most tender situations are concerned

the rock and blade rarely fail to differ

their scuffles bleed a veil of fire

under which I am the one standing

fated to be burned

conviction rattles my house of deceiving mirrors

blackening their watchful eyes to ash and cinders

it feels so very strange to reside in a room with

no walls or windows

and explore the primal fear in me that such a

nameless experience does indeed render

meditation is not a term I would be quick to use

as its interpretations seem much too vague

yet give me this same moment to merely stroke

my needful battered soul

and for it

a confidant, fine thoroughbred will triumphantly

emerge from the tired old shell of a former

useless nag

for it is the beauty of the ageless spirit alone

who can breath life and vigor  into the once weary

one dimensional heart...........................

(Nov. 20, 1996)