Nineteen Eighty-Four Series XV of XX

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together we can forever

dreams and slip past

that part of our lives

where saying goodbye

doesn't mean an end to 

the youthful countenance

we gave each other.

April 12, 1984

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in a disorganized society we
foolheartedly arrange our
priorities to include the
pretense of order and the
logical sequence of similarity
that is as unattainable as
the silence we seek
while in a restless sleep.

April 12, 1984

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if we journey past our destination

finding ourselves out-of-sync...

temporarily displaced in time...

and space occupies just a little more

than a simple handful of memories,

can we choose our ills

before the cures are determined

and before our change of address

is announced and before all that

we own is forwarded to a mailbox

that bears not our correct name?

April 12, 1984

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sometimes when our routines
are disturbed by misfortunes,
and our friends suffer needlessly,
our compassion is overwhelmed
beyond its coping capacity,
we hide our feelings in a closet
of friendships that allow us to
absorb emotions and maintain
a disguise of strength as we
float purposefully from one
encounter to another, never
willing to escape or postpone
the erratic sensations which
caring bestows upon us
simply yet graciously.

April 12, 1984