"The wheels just keep on turning.
The men just keep on marching in.
And the inner heart divides."
- Company of Thieves




What we have found here is gold,
if you are on a west-ward search for uncharted
emotional territory.

The mental pictures in my head
shift
to some blurred-edged
image I have of you
now.

I don't have anything to say.
To either of you.
You A are something long awaited.
You B, something I have held onto for too long.

Which is which?

I've been compromising,
-- for who?