A Distant Space, a Deep Place
Even at distance, I feel the heat coming off her in waves,
like the heat off of an over used gun barrel.
You can see the distortion in the air if you
look past her skin.
Emotional lava surges beneath the surface
always threatening to break through her crust.
The crust is still hot, too hot to dare walking on.
I pray the rains come soon, for her sake.
....time passes...
The rain, the blessed rain has come!
All praise to the herald of the rain!
It joins the mud flowing red down the slopes!
Its sound is the beating of raven's wings on the breeze!
Praise, Praise the Maker for the rain!
Nine times Praise!
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"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience." – C. S. Lewis
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Last edited by Lebell; 05-13-2003 at 02:17 AM..
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