... didn't I tell you about him?
a wonderful person - always there,
though never so clearly, cleanly, caringly ...		  
- my soul fragile in the press of persons
 - threatening, wounding emanations, ex-
 - panding soundless scars so hard to spar
 - against these conflicting ways
both searching standing apart, our parallel love
always there, though never so dearly.
semiotics inter all i am ailla.

> worries - it's all so different
> except perhaps ... can I continue the game?
 
yes - a beautiful, pressence of olives.

funny, the clarity, the shining bright
in eyes sharp as angle's dance
on burning navels, legendary life force

Peter - it's in my body this time - the
emptiness, sweet aching, yes, the
sickness home, the
swelling, yearning without, the
direction I used to call love

.


ice turning bergs shifting,
chains cascading, plates snapping
 - they had their time -

กก

> immense surge, relief so sweet,
> deep breaths - it's over,
> crossed and burned - belief.		 - suddenly it's me, not them 
 - no threats to or from.  
 - projections no ill-meaning - let them be.
 - expanding, Loving
 - caring, that's all.
... didn't I tell you about the bus? 
we got on last night, sitting together,
doors opened.		           * sit, unclench, untangle, 
           * let terrors unattach
            * they had their time before the bus
             * with those who helped us
              * when we tried to unsee.
And now they leave, healing.
We watch the trees, healing.
Laugh, cry, love, healing.
We're going home.		 I'm going to keep a diary.
I'm going to watch.


November 2000
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