The Library

Rows of choices line the stacks each positioned, just so, spines set out to hide secrets. Each one a possibility, a new adventure to take. Through rows and rows stacks unreel themselves offering up limitless potential, each one obscured by the other, each one potentially better than the last. Choices must be made. Choose to have that adventure and not have that one; to learn that and not learn that. Lifetimes worth of books stand waiting to be read, to be explored and understood. Choose wisely, there's only so many you can read, but choose quickly there's only so much time and choose with purpose.

Between

In the white space
between the concrete
the reader to the writer speaks

The Word

In the beginning was the Word
And the Word was with God
And the Word was God

The word was given
And it was rejected
The Word was given
And He was rejected

The word (was) corrupted
And It is incorruptible

Through the word
Salvation
and
Destruction
Spread

Through Him all things were made
Without Him nothing was made that has been made

The Good and the bad
Tyranny and pacifism
Love and death

Was created and
Is re-created

And in a word
we bring about persecution
And in the Word
He brings about Salvation

Tonight We Worship Our Youth (an aborted creation)

From the tops of mountains we've ascended,

limbs charged still,

with cigarettes dangling from our lips

we mock the feeble grasp of death.

Emboldened by chemicals we throw ourselves from cliffs,

safe in the knowledge of our own boundless ability to heal.

Youth is our power

and tonight we worship ourselves.