opening the dawn's crack a little wider,
i get my head all the way into tomorrow;

kids playing in tomorrow. i can now rest;
there will be a tomorrow; Sartre can rest.

Samuel Butler's job was similar; a straightner.
jailing people who are plagued with weakness.

1984 has come, dropped it's baggage; split.
1860 Erewhon too, baggage-free still moves.

bent-down, we scratch the surface's surface,
content ourselves with at least having tried.

sandstorms of lessons whirl, holding brass rings
awaiting the happiness that rides with movies.

03/04/2008

Posted on 03/04/2008
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