another therapeutic pen stroke on clean linen lines.
a sauna to sweat my mind of thought wasted energy.

make still this pond from pebbles thrown.

how is it that i have grown
so suddenly and so separately
form yesteryear's vision?

my daily companions:
television
monetary worry
momentary ache.
marshlands producing
harsh life transition.

where is my Soul purpose?

all i do is plan and purchase.

a dreamer isn't partial to action.

but ostrich farms have been
inherited.

where is my prescribed sedative?

05/03/2005

Posted on 05/05/2005
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