just for this day let us not forget

there are paths yet located

and wines yet tasted

so such sweetness for all things shallow

and vague is wasted

there are cities in ruin

same as hearts in battered despair

and its GOD who comforts us even those

who swear he is not even there

I sweep up my guts and grit

and pocket them along with my

fluctuating strength

being human takes a lot out of the soul

but thankfully for many

time is realized for what it is

a structure placed upon us

to enable the soul a venue

in which to teach and be taught

give and be given to

sew and be sewn

for man in all his fallacies

is the finest farmer

to all life known

(Nov 29,2003 115am)

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