A Poem by Paul Black Desert diary from Tuesday, January 18, 2005 "…and not only did he find the one jewel, but an entire vein running deep into the earth." across the deep desert sea a hiddenite vein of deep krimson be k for the knifelike way this beat hits… but who said this rhythm would stick? Wait, did i say stick or did i mean sicken, quickened by a bolt of lightning from the beginnin’. When they cut the chord too soon. "Welcome to hell," said the white robed doctor. "And if you know what you’re worth, This and that spitter-spat rain drop crushes a careless ant." and the cold desert fingers pushed deep into my chest Its strange to understand this elusive vein-- don't know who to trust or which freight train to jump-- i could bust fifty miles out on desert dust i could crush beneath mountains of deep desert dust i could burst red guts all over this sharp desert dust. but in this still moment now, i drown in a calm desert sea and gazing from the inside, I softly touch the universe myself and then I re-member where i hid that vein: in a dream i had about the momentary forever of a first love Paul Black