"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Thursday, March 28, 2013

No one is there except all of us

He's been worn
and shed, hung up
as an old coat,
battered with brooms
and with old rakes
to shake off the dust.

"I will not be a sheep,
crying to be fed."
He clenches his teeth,
stretches his lips,
works out the stiffness
brought on by nerves.

He convinces himself,
so that he may convince them.
"And when I am no more -
and I will be no more -
I will be validated
or I will be vilified."

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Shad, I Get Down

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