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Untitled 1997

I wander backward through my mind
to look for treasure and I find
just shadows lurking all about
the growing mountain of my doubt
that searching will make age concede
to tangled thoughts and crushing need.
How gratifying it would be to thumb my nose at certainty
and find those minute misplaced cells
wherein lost information dwells
instead of wild lamenting on
the times, the names, the dates all gone.
I hope in my next life to know
that in whatever form I grow
I'll not recall a single tear,
not even childhood's smallest fear,
but only feel the fever of
whatever laughter, fun and love
will help alleviate the pain
of stumbling through a life again.

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