Chapter 34: No Thing Goes Wrong
May 31st, 2010
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Some stories were never meant to be told. So we do not know them. There are words that should not have been spoken, and as such, they have not been heard.
A tyrant may rise to plague the masses. People will speak of injustice. Those standing will ask the seated to rise and join, and those seated will ask why.
As the Driver watches his son, he wonders if there are actions for this moment, or for the next, or for the one after that.
Clear choices are succinct: able to be summarized in books and essays. At the end of the arguments, we are all left with a personal definition of the evidence. In the dark we have the option of every direction. As the light turns on we find ourselves in a corridor, and the choice is no longer which way to go, but whether or not to walk.
The pen sets its tip upon the page
but the ink is running late
so the words just float away
Yes I understand
how long a time I have
Every garden has
fountain water and
simple figures in stone
Heavy rain will drip
from my finger tips
flooding houses and homes
We're bruising so easy
Someday we'll die
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