The new is out therebut you wouldn’t know it.
Who knows where the time goes?
All those yearsthoughtlessly carriedin my pocketsemptied out quickly.
Seventeen years since last they sang shrill hymns tothe ordinary sky.
Every living thing,no matter how glorious,ends up being eatenand turned to shit.
Get on.Turn your back on death. Smile.The journey of your being continues.The…
In the fall the war was always there,but we did not go to it anymore. EH