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Echoes of me in you, echoes of you in me.

Data processor.
Extrapolation machine.
Synapses fire.

Self-mutilation.
Grasping for conformity.
Information gone.

Vocal repulsion -
ties to the heart found severed.
Boundless piercing shock.

I have decided to change my side of the dance. I keep writing these poems that I really like that give the impression of the season, and then fight to change them so that they include the word itself, resulting in a poem I no longer like as much. So here is summer, and spring restored.

Earth drifts near the sun -
molecules agitated,
passage into heat.

Frost loosens its grip,
the blood of the earth quickens -
awakens the lost.

I did take some pictures on my little adventure, but not as many as I would have liked. The water taxi schedule is such that you can't get to a certain island until 2 in the afternoon and if you want to leave that day, you have to leave less than two hours later. So I'm probably going to try and camp there for three or four days sometime soon so that I can fully explore the islands.

Good luck with your classes, that seems like a hell of a lot of Tang Soo Do!

[Edited on Jul 10, 2003]

hey
did you get those pages?