i picture you hiding
in a corner
somewhere
your head in your hands
praying
noone can see you
and we can't
can we

not really

what do we do when all of the confusion
begins to make too much sense
when we are caught between the need to know
and the need for ignorance

somewhere in the complexity of being something
and nothing all at once, it seems so simple

a hand that knows how to pull a trigger
without being told

and yes,
it all goes by so quickly.

03/13/2005

Author's Note: this poem is not about what it would have you believe.

Posted on 03/14/2005
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