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the myth how it misses me

the pitter-patter of a hard won

promise clobbers the fledgling spirit

of this poor battered heart

there are no real walls to climb

but oh, how I wish that there were

and Big ones!

darkness ignores my weak objections

pitiful apathy growls inside me

only to be silenced

by the trembling fingers of the smallest

shard of peace

purity breaths deeply of my confusions

while the mere mention of religion only

hampers my quest

age old demons scream for their release

where can all my good sense have gotten to

behind mirrored logic's back I flea

hope sustains my injured journey

I am well aware of the power of prayer

so I pray

and all comes alas into focus

there will never be another of the tattered

likes of me

the utter simplicity of my complex oneness

overwhelms my sense of good fortune

forgive me Lord

for questioning the not to be known...........

(Dec. 24, 1995)