Sheila:
Surely you have an oracular voice, which is what we need, again.
Best,
Joel
On 1/29/07, Sheila Murphy < [EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
Each time, scars open,
and the blood runs down.
I look at each, decide
to change what I can change.
A frigid stare convinces me
no hope is accurate, and yet
within, there writhes an unbalanced,
optimistic urge to fix
what I can never fix.
In the cycle that is real,
projected happiness has no place
within this fractious world.
A perfectly unlikely dream appears
like a mirage, and I am dying
of thirst and toxic water
at the same time.
sheila e. murphy
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