The iceberg melts in the
Vegas heat, alone and
bewildered by the ghosts
of what could have been.
A year of forced abstinence
and an uncertain future
prove to be what Vietnam
veterans would call
SN:AFU.
But that's okay, because
my head moves by my heart,
if those fists in the air
at Seattle's infamous May Day
say anything. A comforting
truth midst an ocean of un-
certainty, waiting, waiting.
Waiting for another life
to begin, to reinvent because
this skin is old, old, old.
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