Way Back When

Back when the earth
Was a speckle in space
And the galaxies twirled on a string

Something let loose
From time’s guillotine
And splashed its rays on everything

Condensed in a star
With its light from afar
Irrepressible heat searing through

While all of this happened
So long, long ago
Even then I already loved you

As the World Moves Away

As the world moves away from the people
I sit and I pray for the world
Machines can best handle your problem
Machines are the light of the world

As the world moves away from compassion
I sit and reflect on the world
I knew when I once was a child
The world was all sinews and curves

As the world moves away from sanctuary
Toward plastics and silver and steel
I move to the shadowy window
Toward something that I still can feel

Alone on the Moon

Alone on the moon
Watching planets whiz by
The girl at a loss for the light

Digs craters for lovers
Whose faults she has measured
Before she was one with the night

While the atmosphere freezes,
She is still breathing
Alone on the moon, turning white

So Little Light

There is so little light
Coming in through these windows
One wonders where time spins its wheels

Surely not here
In this palace of shadows
Where the costume is all that one feels

On a serpentine night
With the moon pirouetting
The ocean proposes and kneels

To a kingdom of sylphs
Who are flitting in darkness
From the angel who opened the seals

WikiDefinition

Getting older: The gradual increase of the distance between the things you want to do and the things you can do.

A Day to Remember

So this is it—one way or another, history will be made today.
Not a single poll in over five weeks has put John McCain ahead. Both the electoral college and the popular vote tallies have Obama enjoying a comfortable lead, and even Republican strategists have publicly conceded the likelihood of a McCain defeat.

All of which reminds me that, should tomorrow come and McCain turn out to be on top, my darkest fears will have come true: once again, the elections will have been manipulated, twisted, and turned in favor of the moneyed party. I hate to even entertain the idea that we’ll see voter election fraud again—a la Bush 2000 and 2004—even after so many safeguards have been put in place, but then I remember this country’s history of racism, its adherence to a monolithic profile for its presidents, and most of all, the corruption of its incumbent party.

This is a day dreamt of by many for generations. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, and a host of civil rights leaders past and present are surely rejoicing, wherever they are. Let’s pray that heaven is not betrayed by the specter of greed and dishonesty that hangs over us all.