Sep 11, 2006 06:53
I remember being part of the Machine yet still seperate, a low level 'do bee' in a major financial org
The radio plays and it is some news program, I listen with half an ear and run reports
Early day mind numb, then it comes
falling
hitting us all like a bomb
The towers are on fire
We cluster like a murder of crows blocking out the sun in the window around the River's desk
We listen to her weak little radio spit out the news
it twists heart and gut
They send us home
To my apartment through the airport,
thoughts disjointed its all so unreal
I wake the Seraph on my return he had not heard a thing, and I tell him
Incredulous we watch it all
unfold on tv
Five years ago
Seems like a millenium
general madness,
words paint my world,
point in time