Sunday, June 3, 2012



prolonged uncertainty and
the hollow emptiness inside,
stimulates every muscle,
every nerve ending of my body;
and, asI reach out, I get
closer to nothing . . .
drifting . . .
floating aimlessly in a
shallow pool of unresolved,
yet tormenting anxieties.

December 21, 1984

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