Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them.
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
They speak of humanity.My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of that same poverty.
They speak of homeland.My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword,the willow grove’s visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and death, I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them.
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
They speak of humanity.My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of that same poverty.
They speak of homeland.My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword,the willow grove’s visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive
1 comment:
Hey Ruia,
How's the fundraising going? just thought I would check up on your blog.. I have seen both and inconvenient truth and children of men and thought they were both great films (altho an incovenient truth is by far the superior of the two films!). If you get a chance to see either of two films called THE JAMMED or AS IT IS IN HEAVEN they are also both great films. Hope all is well with you anyway..
The Itinerant
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