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Jan 20, 2009 09:32

 What if the Mightiest word is Love? A widening pool of light. Any sentence begun, on the cusp, praise the song walking forward in that light. 
At a low moment I find the blade that cuts through plague and I find the wisdom in the name and the numbers. I find the song that is sung for the wind of corruption. I wear the head set that translates the wisdom of decided by an arena of greed and power, but right and just. I am not one with anything. I am shattered into a thousand pieces that detect separately. Disbanded. Circulation is cut by a ring I wear. The pattern on it I just carved into the glasses I wear to hide behind in the daytime. My finger swells and I don't twist of adjust it. I feel everything I want to but can't trust anyone to tell me what I need. No one knows what I need or feel. If only I had another ring. And another. A chorus and symphony to play my music. Ripples, Acapella, marching.

I saw the youth in a machine. computer. woman. man. child. kite. building. a street. I want to bath and swim in the water and oil that runs an ocean and a motor. Internal combustion. The first African American president.

Gotta twist this ring a bit.
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