summits of darkness loom lurching forwards
in a marchstep unrhythmic yet inevitable
not one thought questions the answers
obscured by the blindness of uncertainty
thrust out from the shelter of rationality
traversing these quaking lands in search of peace
pieces of which hang in the air, vaporized and saturating
and immobility forces the hands of the world
just stand there and stare...
- 11/3/96, 4:00 am