‘tween the outreach of my
Adept fingers and your
Curious hopes
Lies the vacuum
of ‘maybeness’
Lust stretches to
fill it
Fidelity and faith
abets inertia
This moment can
yield
What adjectiveness of
Love
Or abjectness of
hatred
May narrate to
Posterity
But this
Endless journey
Of infinite insanity
Begins where I end
[September 19,2001]
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