Words

[Mark]

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I wish for wholesome peace,
no more than a measured voice
metered with a harmless irreverence
but the toxic sky is twisted in violence

 

[indar]

Indeed, Mark. We are all worn to a frazzle by a gagillion "toxins" in our skies--choose your particular geographical space. Good to see your electricity is on. I had solar panels put on my roof but still dependent on local power company. But we have a small solar driven generator that powers a little freezer/fridge in the garage and can be used for emergencies as well.

[Mark]

We have had a 7kw petrol generator wired into the house for a couple of years now that can run a lot but hardly ever use it due to the noise. K can't write to deadlines and stuff with that lot clattering away in the background so we have added an inverter with a pretty substantial battery bank that makes things manageable on a domestic level.

[Tracy Mitchell]

Mark -- glad you are finding practical solutions for what has to be a frustrating situation.

Good poem.

T

[Mark]

Thanks Ty. 

[Mark]

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And Life seems more and more
to be a dance upon the wings
of chance vibrations but yet
still set to a written score.

[Tracy Mitchell]

And Life seems more and more to be
   a dance upon the wings
of chance vibrations of love and death
   and other nonsense things.

[my apologies]