let me explain
by way of beginning
i am tired, so tired
of being tired (of cliches)
i'm dissenchanted
bemused and damned
to never settle ever
to roam the layers
for where is there
no politics? no strife?
where do people walk
arm in arm? every one?
where do they try?
will i ever try?
what will i find
that is not allready
there
that place that dreams
its inhabitants to life
salut,
elazar
there
there
breathe deep and live
..that dreams its inhabitants to life stood out for me also... and how terribly appropriate for where you are, El. Don't the Aborigines believe that they dreamed their world into being as they walked along the ley lines?
"... to make a pale imitation of reality with twenty-six juggled letters"
"... all words are lies because they can only represent one of many levels of being"
Sober noises of morning in a marginal land.
"... all words are lies because they can only represent one of many levels of being"
Sober noises of morning in a marginal land.