from whence comes
this lunacy
which so suddenly
descends on me
when my silent rage
struggles to be free
answer not
let it be
and wither goes
your love for me
when I become
the enemy
and display this madness
for all to see
answer not
let it be
and should I succumb
to the tendency
to release this beast
inside of me
would you persevere
or would you flee
answer not
let it be
answer not
we shall see
oct 6, ‘86
© 1987
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