By Crystevin
Date: 4 July 1999

Juncture

Immersed in secret schemes
immured in a trivial round of duty
impassioned
in a flash of revelation.

No life direction
in it's whole unwieldy compass
in quest of  something
perhaps love
perhaps forgiveness
perhaps assurance
unsure of distinction.

Suffered agony
cuts my reflections adrift
and the poignant pictures
distant and distressed.

Malignant glee
unearthly, unfathomed
but despite all this
here I am 
discussing
requesting remark
oh what solemn juncture
I find myself.