Thursday, July 2, 2009


While we immerse ourselves in the echoes of animals
while we pray at an altar of plastic goods
while we dance blind in pools of crude
while we gnaw at the Terran jugular

while we sleep the day and wake the night
2009 discontent
2009 anxiety
2009 impatience
2009 uncertainty

while this
while this
while this I hope

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