It's strange, this blogging thing. One might bear their soul or simply echo tech jargon for reveiws. I often feel inclined to espouse exactly what I think is wrong with this world, but the world needs another blog like that like it needs another hole in its o-zone. To bitch about the economy, religion, and environment, it's only so much vaseline slathered on a rock. Are there loftier goals to which I could dedicate my waffle-soled intellect?

Fresh Air

It's the visual harmonies
The flower, the lillies
as they speak in their
choral voices,
to one another
leaf to leaf
under creaping crisp air.
It's they that speak those
words of peace
to no homage
of crime on the
world.