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[meow4now]

Poetic flavor of the day

This Farce
Can you even imagine
a glimmer of self realization
this fodder of the mind
that it may all be a foreshadowing
of my ruin
the fear of voices calling me to my kismet
of follwing too many masters
I've become a slave to my own lunacy
does the gray matter
even matter
I'm steadily stepping down
to the decline
of what
I don't even know
I must row against the tide
if i am to reside
anywhere but where i feel comfortable
oh woe
i go
blow by blow
slowly away from the me that I know
it's alright really
maybe i'll find a foot hole
or loophole
to console
my soul

Kitten Ferguson 11\29\04

Just something that crept up on me I hope you like it.