I have absolutely nothing for today. I feel terrible but I literally cannot come up with anything. This is probably the most severe writer's block I've had in months. So, bear with me. The only remedy for these things is patience. Imagine that my brain is a bunsen burner that has been randomly snuffed out by a 9th grade boy who does not want to witness a double replacement reaction. I'm just waiting for a flint stone to spark something up again. And it will. Eventually.
No, that was not some sort of stanzaless, formless, new age sort of poem. That was an excuse.
Oh, and happy fourth of July.
Wait a minute....
SPARK
Moral: countries are not people; people are countries, and therefore countries cannot be described like places or things.
What can you tell
About what is home?
It is certainly not the loam
That gives one his spell.
It is but the mind.
So a country gives way
To what its people feel,
And do, and think, and real
Changes occur each day.
No nation can be defined.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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