Before,
when showers kettles baths
umbrellas swimming pools pots pans
our hands, cupped, to catch the rain
made us gods over water,
we thought little of the sea nearby.
Not when we had beach towels enough
to dry the sea away.

Now we build bridges,
expecting this to last,
not daring to ask
"What will we eat?"
in a day, or in a year--

Flood waters didn't
wash away civilization.
We burned Shakespeare for warmth.
We dance like Muzetta, we artists of our unmaking,
and put on layers as our bodies lose them.
What will we do when the rains come?
Pray our skyscrapers are tall enough,
or learn to swim.

This journal is henceforth Friends Only.
As it is merely a collection of my writings (all badly or completely un-edited), some over-analyzation of song lyrics or poetry, the occasional conspiracy theory, every once in awhile there may be a half-hearted attempt to inspire debate, and any other random stuffing (that is not spammy, or not obviously so) that happens to be threatening to burst out.

My writing is there for constructive criticism. Personally, I'd rather be told what works and what doesn't in something I write then just gushing. Although a compliment snuck in here or there is always appreciated. The analyzations are spillage over from my inability to comprehend things, and my constant state of absolute confusion. I love conspiracy theories- I do- they make my day. Especially ridiculous ones that make sense. Debate is again- wreckage left over from the time when I was "absolutely certain". As for the stuffing, think of it like dust bunnies, only more evil.

Remember....


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