The measurements exceed
The unpredictalbe is only around the corner
The levels are complex
The confusion lies within
The alterations are not made
The voices are never heard
The thoughts race like buffalos
The memories intrude
The fantasies never become real
The dreams are deathtifying
The love is passionate but not local
The real time has come
The real one is here
Here I am.


© 1997 David Greg Harth
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