Converge.  (Incomplete Work.)
looking across at a figure
as if he came ready made --
every profile one sided and never 'ok.'
all the things you wouldn't want to understand, they,
can converge with sleeplessnes,
silliness,
nearing the early a.m. hours now,
we are once again ensnared by expectations --
could it be like the old days?!
not hardly, not enough interest in it, just shared love of
the strange.
those moments were always fleeting ones, anyway.
they can never return as first they came.  

              We may wish they could stay.
              We might ward it away.

don't cut me out with decisions you've not fully made
only paper dolls live pre-attired.
my own conclusions, too, are to be my confidences, inspired.
and I am still standing here, according to plan.
could it be better than yesterday?
if we let it go--let it pass on...
or you'll get tangled and caught up in his can't
understand.
   

 Danielle D.
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I am healing my friends, but I have lots of nasty bruising and quite an incision.  If I can manage to outfox Tom maybe I can post a pic for you...we'll see.  :)