i think i repeat myself. i think to hear myself when no one is listening. in the tunnel i'm moved by how this voice sustains. is it me? in a tunnel i know it is only temporary. i know i am between two lights, and little lights my way. think about darkness. this dark time joins so many others. we are a continuum. who seem to hold no light. who seem to glean from darkness what does not amount to light. the amount. we count.

there has been a lot of this darkness in america. wars join other wars. other wars kill others. until it seems war is made up to kill other wars and generate more wars. these are our wars. still we have to believe because we are alive there must be more, there must be a continuum beyond this one of continual war,  there has to be more than this dark continuum of disparate wars.