look! hope!
walden freeman
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braiding the barbed wire formerly protecting the fences around the graveyards of our ancestors, trembling fingers, courageous and cute. the walking sticks snap and we snap our fingers and all of a sudden, we're out of it. we're out of luck, out of the prologues and into the history books themselves. crossing the delawares and bombing the hiroshimas of yesteryear as well as tomorrow with so much convicted that we've convinced juries to convict us of crimes we'd never commit: scandals involving architecture, lasers aiming at presidents, rusting cemetary gates of iron again the focal point of all our deaths.
our brave commanders with their hands in their pockets breathe collective sighs of relief.
we're marching onward, off-beat but proud. heads searching for tunes to trap in, and hum all day. we, like bees without beehives but with hives on our skin, have finally found an excuse to scratch the surface and search our inner selves! bravo! keep on melting. our reaction times have become worse than chernobyl's. our society is unwinding and we're winding up winded. this breeze howls, mocking every dog and coyote in these woods. we light up with each passing snowfall. we're back where we began . . .
our brave commanders with their hands in their pockets breathe collective sighs of relief.
we're marching onward, off-beat but proud. heads searching for tunes to trap in, and hum all day. we, like bees without beehives but with hives on our skin, have finally found an excuse to scratch the surface and search our inner selves! bravo! keep on melting. our reaction times have become worse than chernobyl's. our society is unwinding and we're winding up winded. this breeze howls, mocking every dog and coyote in these woods. we light up with each passing snowfall. we're back where we began . . .
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce