I hope whatever God G.H.W. Bush called upon as he built his empire
compels him to reveal the mistakes and treachery
that hope can never fix.
Our Universe expands and contracts like tides on a beach while we hunger, sense, sleep, search; Exchanging Symbols on a hunk of blue shining bright through the cosmos from water, air and sun but named Earth for the dirt we cling to... while waves wash worlds.