I once stuck a stick into the ground
And hoped that it would grow...
Why ever should a just man suffocate
in the ocean of such unjust...
when
stars fall whispering in our ears...
Spring left me like that Summer breeze
now...
The days became for Christina endless preparation...
--christna brickley, The Lady and the Samurai...
So here we are in this endless snow globe
Round and round we are shaken stared at like an...
Oh God I am so lost in this place
On this globe spinning in space...
I have a name and an identity
But in me hides another entity...
Life is like lightning
And disappeared in a flash...
Today I'm fifty-eight...
Yippee, hurray...
I long for something with passion,
Dripping out the seams...
Remember that time when we would yell
across those rocks...