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I just wanted to say, with the move and everything next week, I probably won't be around much for a while. Plus, I won't have a computer (for the first time in years) so Internet access is going to be iffy. Take care everyone. I love you all!

I wanted to say, I couldn't leave without putting down a poem. This is a new one. It describes my mood, which is pretty dark right now:

Sans Dreams
By Michael Walker

I am a person
Gone off dreams
My cancer sits inside of me
Like an ingrown twin
I ride a train
That never seems to arrive
Passing through camps
Of metals
Graveyards of graffiti
The reservoir
Like a stain
At the bottom of the world
I believe the person next to me
Suffers
And am pleased
In the museums
There are Pre-Raphaelites
And trophy heads
Rich with maggots
No on cares to go there any more
The guards
Will follow you
From room to room
What does it
All mean
There are no dreams
To tell me
A car catches fire
And sends its
Black smoke up
40,000
Saints were canonized yesterday
And one naked woman
I dont know
What does it all mean

copyright 2005 by Michael S. Walker