
processing. z



there
in
life
is
a
force
to
cheat
death
for
years
once


my sisters are grace
they walk among the angels high
alone together plowing through
picking evil out of truth
my sisters are the revolution



oh the woes you’ve seen

it’s in the night
that i come to find tidbits of the truth survive
the naughtiness of the scene a race to be seen
boys will be such under their skin some are men
unspoken in the secret love they hold for their sisters
clouds linger high
we scale pavement
smiling faces grimace
yielding random thoughts
suplications gambles distraught
splendid sun bright
shadows between walls
dark with secrets
ghosts of yesterdays
progress thwarted suddenly
we but flowers
beating hearts love
hands create endlessly
civilization goes on
children delight wonderfully
men are themselves
women articulate negotiations
i say go
no will hangs
inside my soul
life looks good
my squint permanent
faith bottomless ahead
we look together
rationalizing lovingly quietly
in collective thought
together yet alone


