Citadel for the Broken

According to blogthings.com my personality is 3 parts whimsy, 2 parts nonconformity and 1 part devilry. Add a splash of friendship and serve it over ice. I find that VERY funny. Anyway once again I am tired and I'll leave you with a poem that has touched me... ::sniff:: (I must appologize for not leaving you with a real post but I figured that this was better than no post at all so...)

Ahem:

Tangier

There's no salvation in elsewhere;
forget the horizon, the seductive sky.
If nothing's here, nothing's there.

I know. Once I escaped to Tangier,
took the same face, the same lie.
There's no salvation in elsewhere

when elsewhere has empty rooms, mirrors.
Everywhere: the captial I.
If nothing's here, nothing's there

unless, of course, your motive's secure;
not therapy, but joy
salvation an idea left behind, elsewhere,

like overweight baggage or yesteryear.
The fundamental things apply.
If nothing's here, nothing's there--

I brought with me my own imperfect air.
The streets were noise. The heart dry.
There was no salvation in elsewhere.
I came with nothing, found nothing there.

--- Steven Dunn

Dr. Seuss put it this way: No matter where you go there you are.

Bye now.