Terrorist Attack, draft #6 {AB699-6-7} October 2001

There's nothing at all anymore that will shield from Perspective those eyes that were sealed & protected before, that are red now & Sore w/ a longing for blindness. A longing to peel off, like stickers, those pictures that Flicker before us like fire, or still worse like a pyre of embers that waits for the wind. And remembers. ETA 8:58 EST There is no u in the veil of morning that Hangs like a tattered old awning, in shreds from the orangish sky –– see it blow like a flag, like a bad camouflage that is larger than all of your cinema screens. & still it can't cover the dead. The colours are dreamy. The reds are more red than in All of your films about sacrifice & bliss. The poor are so precise –– They never miss the mark. There is no defence against ghosts for they lie in your own self. ETA 8:58 EST Don't get me wrong –– I long to know a Time that knows no pain but there is Only gain where there is empathy. I Hunger for the fantasy that all men know each other. I Think we need a different another education ... Your homework is the witness things. Me? I witnessed someone have a nightmare; I could not share it, but I didn't wake him for I was so enjoying peace & quiet. [Titled: Terrorist Attack (oh no, not again). Above the Titled: If this is war, I am already numb.]

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