An Intrinsic Exquisite


perhaps there are two sorts of people

the kind who lives inside
and the kind who lives on the edge

the kind who lives inside often reports their isolation and their loneliness

but they don't appear to those of us on the edge to be even remotely experiencing
the torments we perceive to be our lot

perhaps each kind is on an edge
perhaps each enjoys a kind of loneliness....

a haunting

knowing that we are

limited here, bound


this question of



that haunts my imaginings

that makes me feel less than normal

and yet is recorded time after time

by others like myself

who indulge themselves

in the pleasures of art, creation, wonder

and pernicious ponderings....