every thread of creation is held in position by still other strands of things living
in an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline of smoldering cities so gray and so
vulgar is not to be satisfied with their own negativity but needing to touch all the living as well
every breeze that blows kindly is one crystal breath we exhale on the blue diamond heaven
and
as gentle to touch as the hands of the healer as soft as farewells whispered over the coffin
we're poisoned by venom with each breath we take
from the brown sulfur chimney and the black highway snake
every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspension like the oak of the egg in albulin
where the birth and the death of unseen generations are interdependent in vast orchestration
and painted in colors of tapestry thread when the dying are born
and the living are dead
and every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment that flows through the veins of your being
like a river of life flowing on since creation
approaching the sea with each new
generation you're now just a stagnant and rancid disgrace that is rapidly drowning this whole human race
and every fish that swims silent every bird that flies freely every doe that steps softly
and every
every
crisp leaf that falls all the flowers that grow on this colorful tapestry somehow they know
that if man is allowed to destroy all we need he will soon have to pay with his life
for his greed
breeding him

we'll see you then








we're listening to the john mcclain concert live and stare on wd술's day new year
I'm going to play you a very old song
that people get very involved in the meanings of lyrics
and for them I have a song
which was written in the 30s
actually sung by Bobby Short
who's a pop singer
a pop singer in the old sense
and he digs up songs almost in the way
that a person putting together an archive of music
would look around to find very special versions of things
this is called On the Amazon
and it's dedicated to New York City
Queens in particular