about time that you owned up
to not knowing what to own,
where to look for ownership
and instead working out
your own annihilation.
stop it.
come home.
come back to the place
that makes claims on you,
demands of you history
and a sense of location,
testifies to your destination,
your unknown inheritance.
I needed that.
Posted by: tuggy at September 22, 2004 12:17 PMyou're welcome. i needed it, too.
Posted by: bob at September 22, 2004 12:27 PMhey im going to see you ...today!
i enjoyed that poem. go look on my journal to see a poem i wrote...a million years ago. blah. such lovely words. http://www.livejournal.com/users/lilmez/
mmmmmmmmmmmm.
Posted by: hackenstar at September 29, 2004 09:33 AMOh. I see.
What sort of an MMM was that, again? There are different kinds, you know.
It is funny to me that folks responded to this post, which I wrote primarily for the sake of little old me, dealing with little old sins. I guess some things are universal; y'all seemed rather empathetic.
Posted by: bob at September 29, 2004 04:09 PMwell that was an "mmmmmmmmm" with an exhaled sigh: the kind that happens when something blasts through one's pretenses and remembers the Truth again. mmmmmmmmmm.
Posted by: hackenstar at September 30, 2004 10:23 AM