Sheets of clay lay out in the sun . They become there makers desire . Shaping , molding there years of drout . They taste words in sequence . They frogive and hate now as we do . They become . Such creations are objects of our imagination default . They plague our mind and cause everyday to be as a calamity . They speek in our ears confusing our issues , destroying . They made thereselves own vailition made . But they take over our mind . Take this fire of human desire . Let it burn these demons of past memories when the clay of our struggles came alive . In the hated july morn sun . Take these dealing with my honest tattered soul . Take these meanings hidden . Burn them in my mind for remembering . Take me apart with them also twain melted . backslash forgoten beauty disclosed . Pouring out my soul clay drout in water muddied . I am clean now . Beauty ingulfs . Past forgoten . A burning at my back as i awake from the clay . I now speak , hate and forgive much as they do . They are tormentors . They know to much . They must be confounded . Beauty must be saved . I am beauty disclosed . I will destroy .....destroy...MYSELF>> 7/5/02