I didn’t expect that you would.
You’re a poet, and you know it. I’m
a reader, brought up Lutheran.
Different folks, different strokes.
John
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On Apr 7, 2019, at 9:41, Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Hmm. Well I wouldn’t put it quiiiiite like that. J
Lawrence
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Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Social Solutions
Original sin. In a godless world. Just one way out.
John
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On Apr 7, 2019, at 7:12, Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Down through the labyrinthine passages,
Tunnels and clearways interspersed
With stairs, winding up underneath
A bloody moon and star-studded
Sky: They say dark signs
Cause in us deeds like these.
I considered all the possibilities
Until only one remained.
I remained on the platform
Waiting for the helicopter
To appear, hover, and set
Down. I watched the uniformed
Police rush me and force
My hands behind my back.
It didn’t matter that I had not
Yet killed, that no life had been
Lost. I was genetically unclean.
Accepting that, I broke from
Them and leaped off the roof,
Down into the sea which was
The last they needed to see of me
