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2 February 2001

sometimes

I feel so far away.
Strangely detached
yet keenly observant.

Lost within myself.
Overwhelmed by that
which I do not understand.

Where is my patience
now that I must
wait upon myself.

Where is my strength
now that it is I
whom I must carry.

Where is the salt
with which I am
to savor this wounded heart.

 eternal   Your guarded silence is a wall   I sleep blindly at the bottom of a fish tank,   My world is lost unto myself   that i   There are days   The only true measure   solace   sentenced to a living death   sometimes   my love   nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky   windows   With each new birth