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I see you

in gossamer summer litter

a thatched idea of humanity

comes to mind

how one set of people

can cut up

cut out

and cut around another

is shattering

to my way of thinking

I feel crushed in my own anguish

over the fate of what shouldn't have to be

yet here I am

standing so far away

from the endless destruction

I wish I could see what you see

with my own eyes

but then I'd be afraid

if I did

I would crumple in a heap at your feet

and ask you to be nice and die with me.........

(written Nov. 25, 2002 3am)