A man walks down the street,
It's a street in a strange world.
Maybe it's the Third World.
Maybe it's his first time around.
He doesn't speak the language,
He holds no currency.
He is a foreign man,
He is surrounded by the sound, sound ....
Cattle in the marketplace.
Scatterlings and orphanages.
He looks around, around .....
He sees angels in the architecture,
Spinning in infinity,
He says, Amen! and Hallelujah!

Saturday night...

Talked w/ Erin and we're going to meet at my place to hash out some of the details for the trip. Not sure what time yet, depends on everyone's schedules, but we could always get take out and bring it to my place...or do it later and have some wine.

anyway, pencil it in!