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A Walk Ambling down new, unknown streets I feel your breath on my neck Holding your hand while the pavement vanishes beneath my feet Lest I feel like the ground slipping away Looking up at the stars, in twos, in clusters Finding order in a vast, endlessly chaotic space Maybe these lanes will one day tell me I am no longer welcome Until then, I will like to walk with you Till the time you have to go And then I will go with you

A Musing Love is an unfathomable abyss where the  heart languishes, comforted by the parasitic embrace of its insecurities. On occasions, a faint glimmer of hope helps it to rise to the surface, to breathe in wafts of affection, so very sweet, so very warm. Then, the inevitable plunge to the depth of dark, gloomy pits that house feelings, of hurt, of anger, of hurts past and imagined indiscretions. The uncertain existence, oh, this terrible indecision! Is there a tantalizing promise of happiness beyond this state of suspension between the sublime and utter banality? The head shakes vigorously in a confounded maze of logic and reason when