While listening to the song Flickering Flame, by Roger Waters,

I realized that likely nothing I can endeavor to write will say anything

More than has already been said as far back as several centuries ago

By the most energetic benign philosophers & poets the earth has known.  

Thousands of miles of apt paragraphs to the enth power & what good

Has it all done us?  When all is said and done, ...what has become of the

Development of....humanity?  When will enough be enough...

For the driven-to-amass @ all costs?

...We still break our backs trying to hang

-Onto the most basic human liberties; ...still the

Same tired notions are beaten into the hoi-

Polloi...like nightstick flash and broken bone.

Same weary covetous ideas,

...different angle for the era....

If I did not have good love on this day; ...

...Good Love, at least, ...& a cast of players to meet,

...I think I’d swim out to sea...

look up into the sky...breath

........and just go to sleep....