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DEAR
HANNAH, (On being
asked to be special for a friend's daughter)
from your god
less, god foresaken, god be with you, oh my god, god damn godparent:
How do you
feel?
well, y'kow sometimes watching the naked greed...
Things have
gotten so fast, Hannah,
we no longer wait for you.
Century to century, the time ebbs away,
as each moment passes, we end up saying:
"It was different in our day."
(you may hate
that bit)
When you stop,
for a minute
and think "WOW!"
About the uneasy beauty of being, say,
about a moment christened
like a lifeboat
descending into a sea of time...
You'll see
a sunrise,
remember it many times
as if everyday.
Then find one step's enough to remind you
how much it all costs.
"At the end
of the day."
We'll rest,
all ages
passing
at different times, we meet
contemplating
dew drops,
and grains of sand,
a falling feather,
a helping hand,
a loving kiss -
and the lunar mist
is rising half the time
from one century
to another,
one millennium to a
brother/sister/other.
have a charm
for when the world's at war:
may luck and love be always beside you.
May the world
be beyond being
rich or poor.
I have an idea,
by the way, about the night sky:
as the earth slowly swallows the day,
there's an incredible amount of friction.
And sometimes, sparks fly off
and are visible all night
as they slowly leave the atmosphere... incredibly,
each night they look remarkably similar.
May you always
have more questions than answers.
Like, you're my mother/father figure in some future now.
As those first steps
awkwardly follow human time,
geological time,
universal time.
Imagine, all
the stories, films and fictions
that imagine "this" is you.
Then breathe in the world,
relax...
let nothing
fill this empty vessel
called time...
13/5/00
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