June 28th, 2002 - 2:13 a.m.

A non-complaint about this profligated happiness.

Everything is bright and shining.

In hiding. Cannot find me. Amongst the controlled sway of leaf heavy branches, and rain filled skies. I bet.

Am consistently on the edge of tears. A Buddha smile.

All that is, and will be, has already been. In unchanging flux.

�Loved not wisely, but too well.�

The distance is clear. And I can distinguish. Between the fleeting and the permanent. Cannot lose. Cannot make me.

I never.

Nothing left to fight, but the war is still on. (Such a clever oxymoron.) Can hear it bickering and flickering in the background.

Nothing need be excused. So laziness will be allowed to thicken, and stick to the bottom.

N.

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