6 Jan 2011
watching snow fall in the city
i think about the soldiers
that fought in world war two
dying every day.
i think about the homeless
and where they might find warmth.
i think about death, slowly
with calculation.
i think about greed, insulated excess.
about subliminal messages.
a wave of soaking paranoia.
anxious.
fear.
unnecessary.
i think jazz piano fingers speak
with dynamic voice of god.
jack kerouac was right
to believe what he saw.
i think these stories are all true.
i think about listening closely.
can you hear it?
raging silent.
silence.
science.
vibrant.
smiling.
Copyright © Ian Be | Year Posted 2016
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