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Another Snow
Aussiesemmissions
Architecture
Flatland Gifts
Lillypad
Old Pine Walls
Route 29
The Picnic
Architecture
Birth and Regulation
Breathe
Bright Light Face
Crazy Burrito
A Fence
Good Dog
Windmill
Here
I Am (By Kippie)
I Want To Dance
Lost and Found
Mary Had a Little Lamb
Native Prayer
Old Man Rythmn Nation
Schizophrenic
Shroud
Sport
The God Man
The Knapsack
The Picnic
The PlayLovers
The Shiny Shoes
To Feel God's Pleasure
UnNamed Lover
Various Waves
We Like Our Dogs
Wise Old Uncle Whoopies' Recipe Poems
Free Horizon
Growth

 


I drive down the road thru a vast darkness between towns.
Towns that glimmer to the front of me, and then disappear from my rear view mirror.

My headlights pierce the darkness,      but I'm still overtaken by
That night that envelopes me within the solitary vacume of darkness.
A darkness that screams as with 100,000 watts of power,
you are alone within the four walls of infinity,
floating free no more tethering me to this satalite.

Then I thot of you,    and and the sun rose from the horizon
piercing the darkness,          screaming with such  luminosity  that
all things made sense,
all things are real,
all things are fine,              and
all things,     all things,               are as they should be.

Your face,    holds all things together.
From the smallest subatomic atomic particle,
to the infinite depths of the ocean.
You are my lifeline,         blessing me with a bouyancy
that keeps me from drowning within the depths of this vast sea.