There is a silence where angels fly
I try, but no matter.
Commentators on the future of the state have forecast doom, catastrophe and emasculation since the eighteenth century.
Fading midwinter light meets shifting strands of deathly hues
And the last cries of the day melt into a blurring vision
'Twas but a confrontation common to the daily grind, The kind of exchange that runs through you and floats away...
Enchanted, mystic lament stirs me from slumber,
Vanishing dreams of sweet success with abrupt reproach.
Perhaps one of the most surprising turn of events since George Bush's re'election in 2004 has been ...
A doctrine, a constitution, a High Court Bench, a government and a people.
