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Fire 1: Alarm
All the most terrible stories start on Tuesday.
It was Tuesday morning.
I dont believe the phenomenon can be fully explained by biology or statistics, how often our bodies wake us just moments before our alarm clocks sound. I was, this particular Tuesday, awoken from a forgotten dream by just such a cryptic intuition. The pre-dawn glow flowed through my window and came to rest upon the clock by my bed, which ticked away unconcerned, as it still had an hour more to sleep. This was not the alarm my body had sensed.
No, that alarm was now, unknown to me, within the field of my gaze, through the window and far away. Unlike my indolent clock, its unseen hands moved to overlap one another with great anticipatory passion. And then the alarm went off.
The flame rose fiercely upward, as a dragon impudently roused, hungry for char and thirsty for blood. There were no expletives or oaths yet. I believe I politely a
The creative pro-The creative pro-
No, not process;
Impetus, drive, thrust.
Parry, riposte, repeat.
Oh, wasted time
And forced rhymes
And meter decays. Staccato. Staccato.
The sound of a beating
Running through alleys
Running through streets
Nothing gained, but nothing lost
And life is lived
And that is beautiful.
Thoughts on Tao I
To learn a little about Tao
Take what I write into your heart
To learn much about Tao
Take what I don't write into your heart
And laugh some more
We speak of baffling things as if they were simple
And simplicity baffles us
If Tao were confusing
The West would know about it
Tao is everywhere, we do not limit it
A man may live his life as a fool and know not of Tao
But today learn of it
And tomorrow teach it
Wisdom is great where there is discipline
Often greater where there is none
I took two copies of the Tao Te Ching out from the library.
I examined the first book. It was thin, a traditional translation. The translator's notes were brief. I said, "I will keep this book and learn its lessons."
I examined the second book. It was thick and contemporary, a scholarly edition. It was supplemented with several essays. I went back to the library and returned it, for I had already le
The prefix supplements our arsenal,
Daily decreasing the syllables to say
Homo has lost its sapience.
The muted screams -
Can you hear them too?
Can you hear the flashes on the horizon plead with God,
"How did it come to this?"
I hear them!
I hear them even now, and smell the fumes
Of steel and hope and my very heart
You demanded I burn.
My fellow Americans:
Inspiration you ask for, I give you revelation;
Mystery of all time - "what is death?"
Now I know...
Death is a suffix.
The Great Leap ForwardProgress has come for me.
It shoves me to my knees; asphalt leaves me marked.
In the chamber lies the bullet that I made
And terror grips me; I turn my face down,
Thinking of yesterday when
I glared at angry skies - saw nature's war and peace.
Now passersby don't notice me, kneeling to their god.
And through the ghost of my memory,
The Party marches forward.
Deep BlueUnearthing the loam, my shovel is struck
And the clearing mist reveals my find
Nothing but the bones of one gone before
Once living mortal, now worthless relic
A reflection of my future carcass
Oughtn't disturb a disciplined mind
All have once come and all will go again
The passing is barely worth notice now
But as I leave the friend I never knew
I wonder why his presence disturbs me
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