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Born A Psyche

How Odd, I thought,
To Find Me Alone Again,

Sitting Here To Think
Once More About The
Variations On The Singular
The Theme Of Love And Death...

To Say, That Is,
Loving To Die,
And Dying To Love...

Music As This
Drifts Throughout
My Conscious Mind
And Creates There,

Amidst All The Other
Inner Turmoil,

A Web Of Altruistic And
Intrinsic Desires...
The Desires Of Both
Tearing Me Asunder.

Thus Is Born A Psyche
Of Both Shadow And Light,
Substance And Air,
Love And Hate,
Life And Death.

To Find, However,
A Combination Of These
Most True To Myself...
Most True To My Spirit...

To be Continued...