my uncompromising personality,
watching as I decide what
lines to write and what to leave out
of a life without substance
but with a purpose
few have really understood;
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none of it was ever as it seemed
or appeared to the viewer whoanalyzed and scrutinized and prepared
detailed reports commanding me
with what I needed to do;
Death sits on my neighbor's fence
waiting for me to cross the line,
stepping too far into the unknown with speculation,
a deviant look into the future,
hoping we will slow down our pursuits
of selfishness and self-righteous indignations,
regarding treatment of ourselves and our families;
Death sits on my doorstep, waiting.
3-3-12
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