you're not alone
in this morass
you're stuck
knowing I wear the same gait
my left foot
sometimes
leads
marks of time
Christmas
finds me crying
grieving an 'us'
grieving a self I loved
this soul-takes-on-human form
this gossamer life
this arachnid's breath
of a veil
so gone in its warp
that I've so
cursed and loved
when did I agree to this?
in my loneliness I learn to be
the best of companions
Mary Bast -- a "found" poem from Jayne
Arata, Copyright 2000
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