November 2, 1994
10:45 P.M. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Anatomy of the Relationships"
Yes I always thought of life's answer as a relationship But without relation to another, the thought is but a word, perhaps a relationship with No core, a sore remark and no connection Relationship was the answer in countless poems In thoughts diverse, in melancholy deep The simple answer to an eon of questions Are you the one for me? Are you out there? Do you exist? And for me, a relationship didn't I whistled at tragedy, drank those gallons of beer; partied with a false jollity which soured all thought Of relationship's facts. And with none relative to compare One realizes life was unfair. But then soon I was to realize my share At relationship's door Enough to now understand that Relative to nothing A ship's adrift on the sea No bearings with which to chart a course Of course No relation ship to shore I had forgotten what the relationship was for. Yes, now I know that there are more than one relationship. A relationship with lonliness A relationship with hedonism A relationship with confusion A relationship with sadness One thing is relative to another As I am relative to you, Dear Pat I choose not to peer too deeply into the relationship in order to analyze things which only I appear to see. I can only say what I feel at relationship's doorstep. I feel relatively far away right now Proud really And connected to no one save myself Connnections form relationships. And the connections within the many relationships are hard to decipher. So sometimes it just makes sense To reach out again. I'm only afraid, Pat, of what I should find.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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