In the cold damp soil, I feel myself.
In the crystal clear water, I understand myself.
In the crackling embers beneath the fire, I see myself.
In the breeze that carries the smoke to the heavens, I free myself.
00:57 01/29/03
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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