Thursday, August 17, 2006


Only through great struggle

Will any of us overcome

Our opposition to war.

If you went to your

Enemy and said,

"Shoot me now?"

Killing would not cease.

Death would not

Stop in Hir tracks.

What hunger

Feeds on Sacrifice?

We all Crave

Engulfing flames

To consume the illusion

Which separates us:

Desire from delicious,

Pain from protection,

Sound from silence,

Embracing arms from emptiness.

What Spark Can Start such Fires?

With my Friend I debate and Drink.

We point at stars, Laughing.

The lines In the sky

Tell our stories.

10,16 2006

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