the equinox.
may 27, 2007

I cannot live in this somehow-world
in this
eternal equinox of perfidious fear;

I cannot stick my head in the sand
(though the coarse grains seem warm, gentle).

I cannot breathe the contaminated air,
this fog of fearful greed and malicious wanting.

(so I close my eyes and think of the forest;
and lo, behold, I can dream again)