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Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2005 12:00AM PDT)
From: Send an Instant Message "John French" <mosshead7@yahoo.com>  
Subject: as if "touched"
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Thank you for broadcasting the president in Germany - when he answered that last questions - I got chills.  I believe this president was so sincerely affected by 911 and he knows the evil, the hatred that threatens us in many ways - And thus he is trying his best to protect us in many ways. The morning of 911 (early a.m. - I had a very strange and disturbing visitation that forced me to rely on meditating on light, love and joy - and the pure energy of existence (w/ out any debt associated w/ knowing this energy). And months later I realized why pre 911 I was having these Hierynmous Bosch type visions and wrote the poem below, Full Sun



Full Sun


Full Sun in the apartment

            It’s after their death – rotted orange peels on the ground

          Everybody now knows about it – brittle bones and hairs

This whole place is one disease – a warm stench of fueled rockets

The parking lot is brown and green and covered w/ sumac tress

A dirty mattress upright and against the wall –pale bodies blue w/ veins-

Nooses around the necks, arms tied to their sides in a limp form of wiry

And blood.  Blood shining in the full sun – translucent, placid and queer

There’s a feeling time has stopped. It lasts forever like an eternal star in blackness

With the rolling bye of cars and rumbling from the train tracks – we vibrate

Yellow rubber gloves filter the smell of death in our nostrils as we gasp for breath

It’s quarter past ten . Summer is warming up the black asphalt of the city streets

Nervous men and  women scurry about - worrying again – w/ conscious anxiety

It’s too much for anyone to take – we’re all about to explode, panic or run

Yet there’s this will to continue breathing no matter how dead or alive truth is

            And in a silky sea of screams – I know I am underwater – a life of hidden treasure


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