Nine Years.

I was one of the lucky ones.

Though the destruction was horrible, it didn't touch upon my life directly. After all was said and done, things went on as normal.

I wish it could be said that everyone could say this.



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"Tuesday Morning"

Roaring sirens in America completed their living entombed
So our times are times long over now?
Close up the windows?
Darken the room?

You reviewed your whole lifetime in an instant from birth up to death: every day.
One morning the images took you to a little corner office in a city far away.

We went walking out in this Prairie night to watch fireflys dancing bright.
You can't explain the way you feel.
You'd said you'd had a vision and what could be more real?

Distant calling in the memory, fulfilling our fate in its turn.
But our hearts are hearts so parted as to be made to seperate and suitable to burn.
The morning that we didn't believe in Karma, in the summer we got stung by a bee
When you had a most singular, amazing vision.
We sat on a hillside, you gave it to me.

Well, we went walking out this Prairie night to watch the city breathe a new, clear light.
You can't explain the way you feel.
You'd said you'd had a vision.
We are living out the vision and what could be more real?


--Nathan Rogers