I’m seeing bald eagles tendering their letters of resignation, unwilling to be guilty by association.
Be brave in the face of the unknown. Step forward and receive our communication.
A live performance of "New-Style Inauguration" shot by Eric Zimmerman
Is it so bad to have the walls breached?
Without it there could be no growth.
Isolation would set in,
The possible would remain impossible.
Let others bask in the surety of sunlight. You were born of the moonlight tribe.
Was I right then to keep it, this piece of Israel forever mine, something to hold, something to carry, like a gift or a found treasure or a stolen trinket?
Your lies became truth, your truth became their pain.
A poem about crazy glimpses of alternate realities, and my desire to reach beyond my world, into something new.
