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"What if there are no cries of anguish to be heard? Who is prepared to take arms against a sea of amusements? To whom do we complain, and when, and in what tone of voice, when serious discourse dissolves into giggles?"--Neil Postman






Thursday, July 7, 2011

Bismarck, ND

* The third in a series of travelogue poems



If only nothing can come from nothing,

Then where did this something come from?

This inflamed desire that started

As only calm, quiet yearning

For something other than here--

A barely discernible blip on the radar

Morphing into a red, menacing tempest,

Terrorizing the northern Great Plains

--By Jake Adams
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