Cries out to me addressed in a cache for the teacher I was,
or wasn't. I hasten to an academic metamorphosis when the year
dubs me knight for my bravery. Then I stride
about Boise soliciting information for insurance companies,
exchanging self-esteem for wages. Abberant beings
emerge functioning despite time's actions.
I mount precipices engulfed in fowl and foilage
and a voice answers my cry.
As the 10th anniversary of 9/11 comes
I prostrate my soul to the universe
of economic abyss and a region of my senses.