1695

There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself—
Finite infinity.

Corruption… Dysfunction… Illiteracy…
Grows strong even today as if it was 1695.

Man is guilty of neglecting his neighbor
Underpaying his labor
And getting some next door flavor.

But it’s a brand new day and I’m feeling great.
The air is cool,
My clothes are fresh
But boy am I late.

I dash to the mirror, ‘cause I’m as vain as they come.
Take my time to comb my hair, fix my beard and then some.

I got my swagger on and my hair look tight.
Knowing that I’m goin’a  have me a good one tonight.

Then as I step out of my comfort zone and into the World Wide Web of man,
Where other players got it on, and I just want to get along, but I can’t…

The panic switch flips and my stomach plays tricks
And my swagger just dipped ‘cause my confidence skipped.

I say hey!... It’s all good.
So I be chillin’ like a building made of Water, Glue and Wood.

My adrenalin pumps as my heart keeps drumming.
On the inside it’s like Katrina’s coming.
The ******...

he's got a photographic memory
Phenomenal gift of recollection
to be able to call up a memory in a picture

ask him what he knows
he'll recite the entire census of 1695
who lived, who died,
who married who and what they owned

he could tell me
my entire family history
all the names of my ancestors
and their children
their children
their children

yet, I ask him,
"Dad what was it like when you were little?"
"I don't remember."