Herein lies the problem
Buried and burnt and blown into the winds
There is a judge in every direction
Relative pressure
Gauged without accurate measurement
Just your salty tears and dry wit can save you
The moist and fertile ground of your soul
Remains fevered, muggy and scarred
You don't have to wait until you are dead.
These are the judgement days
- Patti Friday
Patti Friday, Photojourno, reporting from inside 'The Art Dept.' at the international 'Embassy of Ideas'.
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