last poem

this rough magic I here abjure
17th June 2005

I know now that the time has come
for winding out belatedly
the stained, patched-up awning
of privacy; to shelter from the hot

bright beam of personal exposure;
time to reach for the anonymity of pseudonyms,
lurk in the deep shade of imagination's forest,
far from cold, boring eyes and selfish hearts.

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