the light spirals in a shadows...it was just fall when the little girls were here swinging on those sets in the thrall of a hot indian summer day when the light was golden in hot yellow hue against the backdrop of thick fading green foilage...emerson said truth is found in your backyard...I have no truth to offer...the world moves too fast for that....too indifferent...too brainwashed by a madison ave wall street cable televison culture in ways more subtle and invidious then one could ever imagine...remember to wave that flag and wave it high so confident your are in your seeing in your culture although how many of you have ever even looked at a jaspar johns representatioin of the flag and contemplated what he meant by it all the bodies moviing so fast the cell phone symphonies so loud now the belch of the death train so pronounced now as a new speculative bublble looms on the horizon brand obama bought off as the light spirals into the shadows and the wind whistles thorugh the branches creating fine mists of snow floating through the air...
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