November 25th, 1992
4:20 p.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Untitled"
The trip to ecstasy has been painful And I don't even feel I've arrived. Shallow emotions float on the surface Hiding the deep truths. Somehow I'm not who I always thought I was Somehow my conversations with myself have not yeilded any answers I've attempted a coupling with humanity When conversing with myself I had no wrong answers, But I didn't know what I was talking about.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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