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6 February 1995

from Time

one

Climb the bell tower
Ring the bell
they tell me
straining to be heard over the roaring laughter

but why
i ask
i am happy here
why need i proclaim it to the world

two

alive again
perhaps
or at least again
breathing with out that industrial air compressor

now i can handle
the honesty of open air
again appreciating the occasional bitterness
as it whispers in my ear and licks my tender cheek

three

though past
i still look back
and am awed by the beauty we had
back when i thought we were walking on sand not water

(which discovery
dazed me as
trying to breath i found
only bubbles of air floating in the mouthfuls of ocean)

 Here's one for ya.   go find yourself.   late again   skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun   où es-tu   dim Mornings in the underground   memories   squirming on the bath room ceiling   open   the faces on the side walk pass me by   life and living   Song of Peace   from Time   the Mountain   My Father   so i painted a red cross on my chest   my living eulogy   my plastic house   alone again   frustrating   the Song of my heart as it grows and changes   In Dark Brick Dungeons   clanteba mortillia   Lonely is   my call to this Omnipotent generation:   friend (and, by now, even brother)   my PCC   Our Garden   Cognoscente   The Home   careFree   the Children   full moon   if I were a Painter   For You   Caterpillar March   Prison   As I Went Walking   Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts   Departure   or   The Falling Apple   Peace