I wrote you a poem yesterday. Superficially, it was a reasonably strong one..it was ok; but underneath, it was rather mediocre, and more about big dictionary-words and my BIG ego echoing – in Montezuma’s halls – so grandiose! than about unpacking some of the magnificent secrets hidden away in your sublime soul. I built myself a prison; and now I must escape! At ‘Lights-out!’ if I can sneak by the warden’s office, down the hall, and get past the searchlights and all the guards, –will you be waiting out there, for me, in the getaway-car, –a Pinto? just outside the billowy walls?? ready to speed us away from this huge mess I’ve created..Again! it just gets to be so much, so!! Sweet’ms, let’s us launch into the deep blue, starry unknown, and make a separate place for me and you..alone. There will be an instant peace we have seldom felt since the beginning, with meadows and pastures; and horsey’s running around, free, and obsolete..a dog; and kitties! and eternity on our hearts, our happy hearts, just being together, you and I..that’ll be home for us, now, why not? And for all the joy you have given me, lo! these many wonder-filled years, I say, Thanks..thanks a lot! ~Christopher