Synthetic Sensual Silliness...

	Flickering flames flow fluidly Traversing, tingling to touch Languidly lingering long, lovers Contemplate- cuddling, caressing, carousing Entertaining each exploration, exhausting Passions' possibilities, pushing past Until- used up, ushers In, identifying, idolizing idiosyncrasies Slipping slowly, silent slumber Dana McLennan

Focal Point

	Systematic of a concieved culture She fell between the arrow mark Woven with threads, she could not remove Protests rallied in her soul Automatic she would become a vulture A weapon, driven and stark Crafted by engineered molecules, unmoved Her resistance took its toll Thoughts like leaves wafted through Crumbling, slow in shards She learned to listen for the sound Her face wet with remorse The life from which she withdrew Present in the house of cards Tell-tale pieces of life unfound Dana McLennan

Classes are scheduled....finally....I cant wait...

	Writing is coming along. The block is slowly lifting. Maybe something profound will come from it. Maybe not, but at least I am writing. Now if I could just finish this room and turn it into my small sanctuary it would help. It is coming along, hope to be finished in the next week. Working on having 10 pages finished by next week as well. Lots to do.....