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)