Fragment #3 (Oct 13, 1998).
another fragment, but with a kind of depressing feel to it...
Candles
flickering, flickering in the draft
seemingly random whether we are
stoked into brilliance or snuffed
into the black
trampsing into gullies of self pity
reliving self destructive shreds of emotional fallout
praying to self referential icons
supressing spontaneous suggestions of attraction
silence, unheard striving for release
persistance, even insistence of accomplisment
the seated Buddha a guide, a bookshelf of blueprints
Realms of my calling, fields of possibility
my own redemption
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