Contradictory Truth The sound of the silence of the music in my head deafens me so I can hear only the loud piano and the quiet forte of the synthesized acoustic guitar. There is a happy sadness, a light heavyness here in my head. The silence is so loud! It is all I can do to hear the soundless voice inside me, telling me without words the wrong right thing that I have been able to get rid of that is still there is never going to, but might possibly, change indefferntially. What does this not mean? If doesn't mean that I don't still somewhere that might possibly not exist in the shallowest deep part of my rational emotional self feel that she is the only thing that there are only a large amount of small uncertainties about that isn't in this story poem. Or not. -Written in 1996
Thou mayest leave a message here which will get to the lord of this realm, via e-mail. You get an odd thought as you stand here: "This is all somehow related to or provided by Geocities."