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6 February 1995
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)
Copyright © 1995 Charles Fry
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