bitter tear

| September 27th, 1997

baked, spent . . . 7 hrs ago it seems or maybe a week . . . you and me ran quietly in the sand as the sunlight shone smooth on our faces.   we ran from all the dogs that live in the buildings who try to control you who know just “what” i am.   they stab at us with their slick words and horn rimmed dreams but evasion prevails in our favor . . .

the trees rise to meet us as we travel through the forest of nirvana . . . the place where it all IS . . . and we look at each other, and cry to the gods “what now, we are here and have achieved nothing” and somewhere someone laughs and cries a bitter tear for mankind

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