As Plato said
sounding like Huxley
"Poets utter great thoughts
which they themselves
do not understand."
And as that sunk in
I looked to the
still innocent sky
and looked into
counter intuition.
There was a plane
that did not fly past the tower
and another stopped by fire
and everything went
from wrong to wronger.
It happened so fast
yet in slow motion
came a giant cauliflower
of grey cloud
nudging down the street
squeezing forward
silent and slow
amid screams
and denials
No! No!
Something went wrong
in the world
not registering
No!
something has gone
something is lost
Hatred does not drive us
it pulls us into the future.
Author notes
Written January 14th, 2004
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