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Sunday, June 10, 2007
The secrets I've come to know
The trick in it all is staying alive;
staying in one piece,
breathing..slowly..in..
and out.

In exchange for such an obvious prize
-your survival being the only thing
left to chance,
there are narrow rules
which bring us closer
and closer
to toeing the line.

Once I see your name
be it from a message
or a memory
or a rare call,
I cannot pick up.

Once I hear of your pain
be it from her
or a fall from glory
or a rare moment of nostalgia,
I must not care.

Once I remember a faint wish
be it an old piece of clothing
or the highest point atop a ferris wheel
or a movie caught on DVD,
I should not mention a thing.

The second I realize
I need you
or love you
or want to..
I will forget the need to fight.

Because this is the code of the Isyu;
to stay alive and live and love,
beyond understanding,
past selfishness,
regardless of regret,
and in perfect silence.

Until the world -or our World, comes to understand.

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