A golden moment seldom delivered with fortune to find all hopes fulfilled.

A repetition this newly written type is oldly thought out words–

Time for something freshly created to spin from nothing: positive; negative,

Emanate my darkness, fantasy to lighten my ambition and dry the well that is only mud.

Let dryness condense and dew begin to perspirate my atmosphere,

to cleanse my spirit with rain of my sweat

and calm me in the wading pool so formed

to deepen and cut away into chasm

to flood the world and leave behind the Mother's ocean

breathing life into the swimmer,

the plants that drink but are not thirsty,

the tadpoles that emerge upon the surface

and tortoise with his hardened shell

offering shelter from the sun drenched sky

creating light to show a path that was already there

where the traveler holds out his thumb to attract a motorist

who does not stop but looks at the radio

whence he changes to a station of easy listening and fairs no more

for in his desire to hear the sounds of recorded human voices,

he did not notice the cactus which blocks his road–

its needles now grow from his face–

the dessert receives this offering in love

to move it's waterless tides where waves of sand now do remind

of the tempest ridden ocean–

dry, lifeless, dead as the beginning

where dew will form to cleanse the world

and pour a steady stream–

not as thick as before–

not as deep–

it has no more–

accept the tiny ones who knowest this stream

to be deeper than the mind can conceive.

• September 5, 2003 - No Shame Charlottesville
  

  Performed by Seth Silverman
  

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