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All The Things You Were Told would save you, they have not saved you. Not religion or philosophy, not Jesus, Buddha or the devil. The trajectory and alignment of the planets and stars has not saved you. Your country and it's president have not saved you. Books have not saved you. Art has not saved you. Poetry has not saved you. Not drugs, sex or even rock and roll. Your family and your friends have not saved you. You have not saved yourself. Even love has come and gone and left you sitting alone in some quiet room unsaved. Yet still you imagine something out there, something as yet unnamed with the power to change all of this. I'm not laughing, friend, I'm right there with you. In fact, I think I see it right now in the girl sitting at the table in the sun with sunglasses and a pint of beer. Her cigarette held just so, a cheap paperback novel open in front of her. I cannot say what it is, I cannot put a name to it but it is there. a hint of possibility perhaps, in the curve of her mouth and the patterns the sunlight makes upon the tabletop. I breathe it in and believe. |