after
all the recourses,
all the talk,
the thought,
the process,
it all comes
down to
she and he,
here and there,
each
making their
own
mark.
the moment is mystical
as if the booth
were a great central tent
a black rock
an oz
a ziggurat of the ancients
that we climb,
the end of a long journey,
to make our marks.
the great universe and
the next generation of us+
depends on the success of the
most marks made,
the collective decision
of the collective,
that is all of us,
collectively deciding,
yet we each do it
alone, as an
individual, as a
voice, as a
person.
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Pablo's election related notes.....
- 01.26.08: Don't Mourn, Log On!
- 01.29.08: Votin'
- 03.11.08: screwin' with votin'
- 03.12.08: you don't look like me, so...
- 05.21.08: let 'em all vote
- 05.22.08: Exit Polls: Just Say No!
- 06.17.06: If John McCain jumps off a clift, will Charlie Crist jump too?
- 08.09.08: a conversation overheard late yesterday