America

America

 

America is a country--fast moving,

progressing like a tornado's wind.

Here, the media creates the facts,

and our people have forgotten ancient wisdom.

Ours is a country where everyone dreams--

and most forget to wake up, having found peace.

All this talk of peace

and George Bush talks about moving

against Iraq and Saddam Hussein's dreams

of rising up, perhaps loosing biochemical warfare in the wind,

conquering the world with his wisdom.

I analyze our motive for war and question the facts.

How do I begin to separate the fiction from facts?

I must remind myself that the world will end when we've all found peace.

Wherein, then, lies the wisdom?

It seems like a quandary we're in, paradigms constantly moving.

I think I'll give up thought and sway in the wind.

I think I'll lie here and daydream.

Within my spirit, a peace is moving.

I am beginning to feel the wisdom of the wind

stirring up facts--I must listen to my dreams.

 

 

Boone, NC 2000


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Toward what city will I travel? What wild houses do I go to occupy? What vagrant rooms and streets and lights in the long night urge my expectation?...Allen Ginsberg 1954: "Siesta in Xbalba"
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