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I wrote this one about two weeks ago. Now that I'm in the desert... I thought I thought I'd start up my blog with the peice that means most to me right now.

I'm here!
I'm staying!
I'm celebrating!
I thought that I would disappear
Like a train pulling away from the station.
That I would become that small speck
Before finally vanishing from this world
But I'm not!
No, I'm not!
I'm here, and I'm staying, and I'm celebrating
Cause my train is only pulling around the corner
Before returning to this station.
Its just a shuttle to the desert and back
To my New Brunswick.
For this I'm celebrating.
You can wave your white handkercheif
As I pull around the corner
But to me its white for purity - not the known defeat.
I am reborn with you
Like the moth leaving the state cacoon
And drying in the summer morning
Its wings.
Yes, it may fly into the burning flame
Of a candle or florescent light -
But thats okay.
A hard cacoon is uncomfortable and lonely
And burning only means you tried
To find some neverending warmth.
And you are so good -
So good to me -