ThereÂ’s a hole in the sole of my foot
I know because
There is a trail of blood
Just there, where I was walking
Moments before green grass
Not painted in the red of my life
IÂ’m caught off guard
I must have stepped on some sort of rod
Without knowing
Your words have pierced me from the ground up
Bliss draining from me like rainwater
Into the sea of souls
I must surely join
And soon

But wait, I am fat
And I know I float!
Perhaps in that sea
Others will find me a useful
Flotation device
I donÂ’t come with instructions
But hang on,
WeÂ’ll weather this storm of
Ignorant old politicians
And social decline
At the least, our souls should not perish
In this human wasteland
And love will be the inheritance I give
To my children
And their children
That no depth of hopeless
Shall ever drain away.

08/10/2004

Author's Note: This was written in response to Darren Swift's Vista de nada. C’mon Darren, I know you can find me in this sea - Whale among minnows.(I'm so hoping that, in my attempt to translate english to spanish, I did not butcher "Appearance of the Whale")

Posted on 08/10/2004
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