if we can find our way through the machine
others may follow and their eyes be clear
the clouds will break and the bright stars appear
we'll all rejoice and see how much is clean
after so long not knowing what you mean
all will be pleasant in the open air
you'll put aside all anger and all fear
and we'll forget the dark places between
while in the meadow we watch children dance
all of the ages come into our view
so much is signalled by a passing breeze
those were the realms given by evil chance
but now we see the world made wise and new
and for a time we seem to be at ease
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
14 June 2008
one tale of hope
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