Freedom Tower (playing with images)Posted: December 16, 2010
“Three deaths counted this morning from the Freedom Tower. Price tags on discounted memories, the cost of decisions marked in question marks around each man’s head as though a question mark were a noose, a thick rope with your head on it and your mouth holds both, danger & potential.
I remember when his light stunned me like a taser. He would light me up like a pinball machine.
Past bleeds to the present like the transition of sky when day meets night. Before you had time to look up all energies altered.
Life is your classroom and each pupil must learn their own lesson.
Hunt down destiny like a furious archer, track down the lights of your own creation, be in unison on TV nights…
as the pinhole of light shrinks to the colorless visions of sleep