26 June 2008. Lip of sun over dawn hills, rust orange against dull dull sky.
Unending drone of Congressional voices--questions bluntly posed (a stance) --and the lawyer's answers-- slippery and sincere--John Yoo. First thought: seems so young. Second: we work within 300 feet of each other. Third...
But wait, there is no third, in this binary world: up, down, good, bad, inside, out...
Outside. Yes, a kind of absolute. Acknowledgement of a source. And where did we know they came from--those distant sets, imperceptible at first, just invisible bumps and humps on an equally distant horizon... Act of looking--searching, contemplation--but always with the taut threat of action--anticipation, joining in--each steep new wall, a green mass of sea, heaped up, Poseidon's fist, bounding, smashing the cliffs, lapping the shore...
Hawaii, Tahiti, the Marquesas...Australia even...
Maybe the moon...
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