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, January 17, 2011

You can't get there from here


From my trip in December. As they got closer to depart time, the gate attendants kept apologizing each time they got on the air.

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