12-JAN-2009 iteration no.2009. it begins with a deficit, without a starting gun, a cloud over our heads, a rumbling in the distance, breaths taken a little heavier, the stance a little less certain, eyes wildly searching, distracted, fear full, a storm of epic proportions, the wall street weatherman calls. so as the world braces, and as the bombs fall, as the finest of us cower, as hope bunkers down for the winter, as visions are put on hold, as the potency of passion is washed over by the surge of the outgoing tide, and the waiting room for dreams is found empty, good.pregnate,09