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in the tomb of our darkest felt moments

that is where the twisted imagery of pending doom steps brazenly forth

polluting the memories of good judgement

allowing fear to meander out into the light

and bully every brother of hope that there is

for his last flecks of reason

the Sunday dinner of his dignity and his very life

stand as appetizers at an unfamiliar table today

and at an even more unfamiliar dinner hour

between such sandwiched abyss

there plays strains of a waltz of sorts

as the planets make their way back home each

night

unaffected by the horrors and pleasures

daily awaiting man in his realm

such is the fabric of each relentless yet

blessed moment

the transportation of dreams

crossing over on platforms of sorrow

making the way clearer

but more confusing as well

hop scotching through

this path of now new numbness

to a better understanding

even as we wash our eyes daily  

in the media's fractured light

the impetus lives in our very own backyards

vicious hatred is no longer just the school

boy bully's theme anymore

now it must be uprooted and deported

too

sad

how so very truly sad

that the world for all its goodness

grows less and less secure or so it seems

with the passing of such precious burden

on to the next generation............

(written Sept 16,2005420am)