--- caught in the cross fire webbings of --- rigidity and the aloof breeze of gentleness… To be alone and to be left alone formula for peace Alone with my thoughts racing with the wind Alone in this twister ambivalent state Alone to search this soul for the answers… In the beginning where is a line and a circle only The line intersects the circle and forms are born The line bends across the circle; two becomes four A square is born. Triangles are formed… A single tear trickles on a singular lonely path… Drip drop…That’s all --- the madness boils, steaming vapors of anger --- tiny drops of perspiration – drop from my brow