I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Monday, June 1, 2009
The Ted Steven's Memorial Broadband Initiative
Across the street from the day job. (it's an extended highway/road widening repositioning project, with huge honking drainage culverts). Yes, you could walk through them standing up (and I'm north of six feet).
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