Fold Downfall

28 May 1999

I wish to save no hope
greater than that of my dream
that I continually clarify and redefine.
I am more and more
less what I was 
and more what I could be.
Yet, each new bit of information
gathered bits of data detritus 
spewed about this super-highway
changes my mind,
and I worry for those recommendations
made in youthful eagerness.
What cost have I, my clients?
Shall I gather them, entrusting,
into a fold downfall
bleak as lost dreams
or shall I redeem my good faith
I, in myself
and take them to the heights
that good choices may bring?
Sleep I forfeit as payment
for these hopeful clients
I might bring to downfall.
Pray me guidance.



© 1999, Tara Tambolleo