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28 June 2001

solace

indifference
flows awkwardly
from the emptiness
I hold.

impatience
wrapped within
the cluttered unknown
of my world.

ah, but to understand
remains too glorious
a request.

and to what end?
unto which life have
I been born?

random pains
of selfish sorrow
from which none
but I
my self can be
delivered.

stranged.
estranged.
forstranged.
bestranged.

two lines --
and I must walk
within.

goodness.
and perhaps some
grace.

 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