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Date Posted: 19:38:29 03/15/00 Wed
Author: Jeremy Wheeler
Subject: MomentaryPoem

*(The cadence ((if there ever was any)) was altered by the format of this forum. So it's not exactly how I typed it.)*

When you are so deep into life that you can�t weep.
So used to pain that it is no longer pain.
Though you can remember when such a feeling,
Would bring reality to a halt.
When the words you have just written,
Hissing silently in their static
State of perpetuity on the computer screen,
Have only a token meaning.
Life and death are both far away.
Existance after that point, seems
Very close to something worth having.
Suffering, in a mild form, is close to
Happiness turned sideways.
The moment weighs heavy.
I am a person, I am this.
As long as I live, I can have this.
Or throw it away, or reach for more.
Accidents will happen. Will I fear their coming?
I am not the best. I am not good. I am not bad.
I do not know how to know what I am.
I know some would call me bad.
I know some would call me good.
I know I will call this poem bad,
But that is in the future and the
Water is running in the sink.
I will cook noodles in the microwave .
I will have a cup of valerian root tea.
It is Saturday night and there are places I could be,
But I like it here the best.
Most of the time. Here,
Looking at myself through what I do.
Living in a dream between other things that are,
Just as dreamlike but much more real.
Thank god a sit-com is on TV. Thank god I can turn it off.
Thank god I have a CD to play. Thank god someone else
Is suffering. Thank god people will not try to get Together.
Thank god someone will stop them if they do.
Thank god people think it�s ok if they hate something.
Will this never end? Is there peace in death? Where will
This data end up? Will it live past this hard drive? Will I?
Does it even matter? I think it does but
I don�t know how. It matters to me. I matter to me.
Other people also matter but they are not here, now. If They were,
They would matter to me. Nobody wants that though. That is Ok.
Sometimes I don�t want to be with me. This could go on Forever so, I will end with this line because it is one page long.

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