According to the physical article (blue, Ohio State U. organization folder) it was written on, and in black ink, it is inscribed: ď07/16/05 3:16PMĒ Entered into Computer: Saturday, July 16th, 2005 3:21PM

Person Without A Name

- Jeremy M. Dinovo

A NAME, A LIFE, AN END.

A START, A PERSON, DEAR FRIEND.

TOO SHORT, TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE,

WE LOVE, WE LOSE, WE HATE.

BUT STILL, WE DONíT KNOW HOW TO

APPRECIATE THE SOUL.

WE DANCE, OUR WALTZ ABOUT THIS ROOM,

WE AVAIL, BRIDES GAIN THEIR GROOM.

ONE TIME, IT APPEARS SO CLEAR,

BUT STILL, WONDER YEAR TO YEAR

HOW TO APPRECIATE THE SOUL.

WE LOOK, WE TOUCH, WE TASTE,

WE FUNCTION AND MOVE IN HASTE.

OUR EYES MEET AT EVERY GLANCE,

ANOTHER SOUL, ANOTHER CHANCE.

LIVES WE HAVE, WE SEE EVERY DAY.

IN OUR HEARTS, WE KEEP THE WORDS,

WE CANNOT SAY, BUT STILL WE TRY,

TO KNOW HOW TO APPRECIATE THE SOUL.

A MYSTERY, WE LIVE. ALL THE GIFTS WE CAN,

WE GIVE, BUT NOTHING HAS EVER SUFFICED.

THEIR COST IS SO LITTLE TO THOSE WHO CANíT TRULY ACCEPT

THAT THE SOUL HAS NO PRICE.

WE BEG TO SEEK, WE SEEK TO BEG.

PAIN WE HAVE RESTS IN A TROUBLED LEG.

HOW CAN WE EXPECT TO APPRECIATE,

WHEN THE WALLS TO THIS OBJECT HAVE NO GATES?

WHEN CAN WE ATTEMPT TO OVERCOME,

THAT WHICH IS NOT INTERVENED,

SOMETHING UNMISTAKABLY TOUCHED,

AND UNMISTAKABLY UNSEEN?

WE CAN WALK BESIDE IT,

CARRY IT IN OUR ARMS,

WE CAN SEARCH FOR IT,

TO PREVENT IT FROM BEING HARMED,

BUT STILL, WE DONíT KNOW HOW TO

APPRECIATE THE SOUL.

Artist's Note:

I wrote this today, while waiting for my paperwork to be processed by a manager at the local Vonís. I saw many people, lots of children, men, women, older, younger, and what I saw in their eyes and even beyond that was that they were contained in the body. I saw that there were wonderful people contained in all sorts of bodies. Each was a soul, a traveling spark, and not just an individual, but a mass of energy with spirituality, with the esteem that carries the body onward, to the next place, the next destination. People are beautiful, if you once believe that they are more than beautiful. They Ďareí. They exist, they flourish, and there is something strong holding each and every single one of them up. There is power in that, a power more strong than any that rests on the face of this earth. This power is one that creates life, and generates it. This power, as inspirational as it is, as intangible as it seems to be, is the reason for these people. How can we appreciate such a strong gesture of nature? How can we support such a thing that provides us the support we need, and without question? How can one not just love something, but truly genuflect to it, when it is the thing that is the reason for existence?


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