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Wisdom and Innocence

Maturity and innocence, 
wisdom and experience, 
meet before the god of spontaneity.
The old man and the child 
hold a conversation within me, 
and I am the topic, naturally.

What is today without the future?
What is the future without today?
If we survive the next millennium,
what will the doomsday prophets say?

I live too much within myself.
I am never where I want to be
or where you want me.
I think I know,
but then I run far,
far away from identity.

The world no longer stops me.
It is always a blur.
The only frozen moments are the
pictures in my head 
on the mantle of my mind,
glazed around the edges
of every fading line.

I seldom give a straight answer,
the life I see a crooked strand.
Disjointed, yet still talking, these two
sitting on a park bench holding hands.

November 1996