all things i write of

all things i write of become so small in the wake of the world. immeasurably large mountains of water, crashing through the land. george w. bush has finally done it. the world is his for the moment. his to destroy if he wishes. his to thrust into the great sadness of human tragedy. oh george, please be kind and filled with love. i am frightened. frightened of his all encompassing power and his lack of compassion and wisdom. his nonexistent clarity of truth. today i will go to work. a lonely man coasting his path along the earth. swallowing the wonder of trees. water and sky. i think of the people i love and the hearts that suffer. i am not ready for this george. i cannot watch the world crumble and fall upon broken knees. ribs torn out through skin. my life has much further to go, and i am too sad at the moment to let this be the end. we are all too sad george. or too happy. or too poor or too rich or too aliveor too young or too old. i beg of you, find peace within, so that we may carry on lighting the fires of joy. there are too many things left undone. incomplete. it has been too long since i've seen kristina. too long since i've laughed with my mother and father. too long george. too long. i am not alone.

Posted by at October 11, 2002 01:39 PM

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