Perhaps I feel too much. Perhaps I would love thus any man I loved, giving him my all. Perhaps you are the target of my passion and zeal. "I am a victim of your love" he sighed, and turned to sleep.
Here is the beginning of a lifetime chronicled in poetry, neither alphabetically nor chronologically listed. A puzzle of sorts, if you will, as is all of Life.
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First Dissociation
In Dual Consciousness
The Five Year Old
Palazzo Guiseppe, San Luis Obispo, March 2010
It’s so loud. Everything is so loud. I am scared...