Frightening. I beautify my face. Tired. Naked. I struggle to place myself in a disturbed mood. There is too much to be excited over. The baby sings. Caged bird howls. Distant fingers cross my borders. That was time. Time ago. Today. Not a past life. Today. Life. Pursue a culture. Start my own nation...

This poem reminds me of the few people that have taken me to other worlds without even knowing them. Certain people strike me without words for their looks, style, and approach to life. Pete, thank you for reminding me of what I have not felt in a while.

Hoping in rich divinity Love sweet earthly tones befall Maybe its my dream That brings me down these days Or maybe its my light That dims at your pale face I do not know I watched a candle burn Around a metal base All because of yesterdays parties Does feeling cease to exist Give me numbness Give me...

I am looking forward to the New York 2004 event. I would like to thank Mr. Gompers for making this effort a-go. My friend Jason and I (Sean) are looking forward to this very much.
I cannot wait to see you all there

Thank You,
Sean McCallon