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hallawayjoe Andyland 2003-02-20 2:04 AM volcano in waiting Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: poem Read/Post Comments (0) |
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We are on sacred ground that does not belong to us because it can not be owned you must blow your self up today, because somehow, anger is a form of twisted sex Hunger is being a ship in the bottle the starvation is not just physical today the world is a baseball tomorrow it is a canteloupe dropping from a TV tower We are standing on sacred ground there is oil underneath us If we drill hard enough we will discover our core We will be centered we will flow like an eruption We will discover the meaning of sacrifice The self is really a figment of the collective imagination how can we be alone at a time like this |
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