I want to say what hasn’t been said.
So I will rest here and die in peace.
I will be silent, triumphant.
Away from our cities, away from our fear.

Here come the storms.
Here come the enemies.
Buried alive and reborn in the sand.
They point bullet stares our way.

Riding your eyes to the floor.
Riding your breath to dissolution.
In between our eyes and this space
We are aware of how real this is.

7/18/03