barrier of self-doubt,
illusions penetrate
daydreams or
vice-versa sometimes; and,
the four walls become
a haven where my
security is found
in isolation; every
block of tile has
been counted hundreds of times,
reconstructed and
repositioned in a clever
disguise to mask
the uniqueness of my
prolonged purpose's surface;
my design unforlds
like a melting snowfall.
If I could, I would convince
myself not to remember.
January 1986
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