I no longer doubt the military means to do their best by us. Two and a half hours of sleep sure makes one hell of a trouper out of you. I don’t know if you get to top it up along the daily trek, but I guess not; no stopping the military right?
You know that sinking feeling, and you KNOW?
You know that soaring feeling, and you KNOW?
What is there to know when you have lost all your doubt? By what swatch to compare the nuance of the Mood now? No longer does a length of linen shroud the world’s shivering in fear. Quivering as fletched with wings torn apart. When one becomes the target of all that need be seen and another too, there is an eye of the bull that leaps over moon and into our sunflower heart.
As I walk through the valley of thieves, who rob us of trust and leave fear of death to howl through the canyon, I step over the computified to be received by my lover, who loves me warm, who loves me close, in the heart that belongs to the deep, where even angels were not allowed to tread.
I have showed you my books, my yoga routine, my ointments. Now let me show you my pots and pans; if that helps. They say it will and they tinkle and rattle for joy.
