Tuesday, November 13, 2007
~Vita~
I work hard... but I still dream of our Utopia..
I can see the currency fluttering around in my mind's eye:
Bills that bare not an image of a monarch nor president,
but a rough sketch of Van Gogh's severed earlobe.
Under that, it says 'this is neither legal, nor tender.'
What we demand is eye contact.
Sometimes I think the four chambers of our hearts
are microcosms of the four seasons.
And sometimes I sleep.
-Vita
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