SHIPS WITHOUT RADAR*

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JOURNAL # 37

I attempt to
muck out my cluttered thoughts
lost to the darkness as I am
permeating my heart
reality too often tends to be
misleading
a half cooked irony
on the back burner of
shifting episodic plates
without any reliable anchor
I am spinning out of control
and you surprise me by stepping in
not to shore up all this terrible
churning I feel
but to attack me for it
we really sometimes miss
the whole point
where the other is concerned
does that make us 'Ships Without Radar'
trolling the seas of interpersonal relations
if so
then the Titanic
will be a mere tug boat incident
compared to the collision of
our two bigger than life beings
in route
to what we think is love.................
(Jan. 24 2010 719am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the often jagged, rocky, fearful path to falling in love and all the pitfalls that we encounter along the way.

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