This is incredible… Me sitting in the candlelit sun-room in a haze of dream; warm, loving, spectacular; dreams of goodness found in her embrace, (It is not fictional, it is real!) while the world shares its love with weapons, with greed, with gluttony, and with a knowledge of the things it's done to brothers and sisters. (It’s not make-believe, it’s real!) Shame on me for not seeing it before! (I am but a wretched beast!) I'm meant for ideas that lift the spirit, assurances that it’s all going to be okay, that everything works out in the end, that life goes on. ...I don’t know. (I’m a wretched-thinking beast!) The knowledge of not knowing seems to have doused the light. (Hello?) This is incredible… © 2011 by mark prime
(The Weaver's Song)