By K. Collins (tiamat_4@hotmail.com)
Date: 17 December 1998

The Second Wave of December

Some of the greatest powers that be...
and yet I wonder.

Most famous night in the valley of powerline tradition.
The time to reign is now.

Night of dance in your arms.
Happy in your arms, yet I still found my way to the floor.

Coherent, yet completely inebriated.
In both still frames, I can't resist gazing at you.

Conversations at the late hour light.
Reacquainted by the the bonds of talk and silence.

So you're taken by surprise 
-when I tell you what I feel.
For some reason I can share with you,
conversations I care not to share with others.

Ingenius transition consumes my aura.
Overtones of a happier life slowly becoming me.
If I could convert the encoded feelings of worthlessness
-into concise respectability for myself,
I am certain you can do the same.