September 17, 2004
Born Home
Rifles toward the sky to shoot soaring songs up high.
Take them down one by one to be hung ...on my wall.
Significant mothers of our bornhole ...on call, waiting to be unheard, let go and listening to leaving.
To trees who are always leaving, we say hello to their good byes. Good try's.
Thanks for effort, for without it all there would be nothing.
click track packages on their way home.
Find a hole and be born.
Born Home.
Posted by Joe Sepi at September 17, 2004 10:57 AM