When You Arrive?

The moment you arrive We are in our universe, A universe of jubilant rendezvous, And when you leave, what then? What result do I crave? What do I want you To take with you? Your life, I want you to know, is a form of art. Your pen connects Your brain to your hands And…


There are 8 billion sets of ears. Anybody listening to this eye-witness report, to these buried dreamscapes? 8 billion voices clamoring toward possibility… probably… alone and mute for the most part. Only a community can break through, like playing penny ante poker with your family at the kitchen table, ordinary and perfect, nothing special.