THE TERRORIST -
Try to understand
I didn't come
to bring
anyone
any peace
but to
exile
everyone
to
the center
of
the ocean...
I want
to do
to you
what
the moonlight
does to the jasmine-flowers...
Quixote
on the freeway,
dreaming
inside
the sonata
of raindrops,
monitoring
invisible
griefs
that condemn
us
all
to
our silences;
please
help me,
I am
lonesome
for your Presence,
I need you
to confess
that you
are living...
I can't
go on
having
the earth
and
the sky
all
to
myself...
If there
is one
among you
who knows
the desert
hiding
inside
three a.m.,
write
to me,
General Delivery,
Avenue
of
Precarious
Dreams,
City
Of
Inevitable
Necessity,
on
the Planet
called
the earth
Copyright Greg Hall 2002