tv the poet
now i can only feel like an anchor the host of a show of shows hollowing out tragic news like cottonwood drums carving the word to grand pieces of pure sound a precious rendering of life forms so profound that they will never change my art of most elegant representation breathes without the slightest tax upon the heart so that all might enjoy splendor without regret or vexation i am the sweet gift of worlds there is no worry beyond managed fear a notion to be rid of to be extirpated like want none shall want but what they can assuredly have this pure joy of insurance and gift awaits all application not even just speech but only signing not even just hands but only acknowledgement acceptance by all this brand new mission advertises the joy we seek the peace and salvation of awards present in our everyday lives on this earth a heaven as real as any imagined any touched clicked turned to accessed hit as real as you are i am all you are i am all we all are the i am you just turn on t v Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Aug 12 2002 11:33 PM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV 0 • 9
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"now i can only feel like an anchor..."