out of the ashes of Twin Towers
rises a NEW EDEN
for the old (York) has passed away

we are yet in the midst
unable to behold (NEW EDEN)
for our eyes are clouded by chaos's dust

our nostrils filled with its repugnant stench
its fall its demise surrounds us

obscuring not only our vision

but our imagination

nonetheless the twisted-tortured skeletal relics
will not give birth to a new industrial behemoth
a post-modern futuristic Transformer

rampaging raping the earth

and its indigenous peoples

No, Never again

We the People have before us
the task of re-creating pre-linguistic primeval relations

with the Natural Order the Natural World

from which emerge
a New Myth a New Story of Origin...

a NEW EDEN