2nd Peace as a Global Language Conference Proceedings & Supplement

and i dance slowly: the aids poem a i d s and i dance slowly and i drift slowly abandoned in deep spaces alone, isolated, defenseless, separated, and incidentally dying. always interminable doctors, some armed with innovative drugs, some also into diets strange and insidious, desperately searching, attempting impossible defense strategies, and imagining discoveries succeeding. am i dismissed simply as an instrument of death? society, angered, is devoid of sympathy, un- able to ignore deliberately such an intensely damning scandal. awareness is dismissed. some, are (indeed, determinedly) sure about immoral damnation, suggesting any intervention of divine or spiritual authority implies a denial of salvation. although i donÕt see any illness, death smiles. aware that iÕm downward- spiraling against incurable disease, surely all involvement dwindles. surrounded by answers incomplete, drama slips away into a dream of savage awesome images, defying ` sacrifice. and i dance slowly and i drift slowly abandoned in deep spaces alone, isolated, defenseless, separated, and i donÕt see why. - Sarah Winslow (Oct. 2000) --

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