rocks sink the mind

my profuse apologies for perpetuating gender-based stereotypes and propagating narrow-minded stigma against females in my previous blog entry- IT WAS A MAN.
not 'a woman', not 'some woman', who complained against Swenson's.

spent the whole day reading international history notes on the middle east conflict and cuban missile crisis. dont they ever get sick of the fighting? it just keeps going on, and on.. i'd be tired staying angry at a person for a day, much less 4 sustained bloody gritty wars over a period of, what, almost twenty years?

boy, im tired already. oh. and i read 1 Kings 18, the part where Elijah prayed that God would show them that He is Lord and will turn Israel's heart back toward him.. and the Lord sent fire, licking up the water in the trench, in full burst before the defeated, self-slashed mock prophets. no continuum at all, huh? some. old israel and new battlingallday israel. i still want to visit it. is it safe? mindless rambling. i better get someone else to illustrate for me what my thoughts vaguely grasp at, but my throat cannot find words for. the moment it gets to the tip of my tongue, it is lost.

i keep myself to such measures- robert creeley

i keep to myself such
measures as I care for,
daily the rocks
accumulate position.

There is nothing
but what thinking makes
it less tangible. The mind,
fast as it goes, loses

pace, puts in place of it
like rocks simple markers,
for a way only to
hopefully come back to

where it cannot. All
forgets. My mind sinks.
I hold in both hands such weight
it is my only description.

+such weight.