Monday, December 04, 2006
End scene.Interim
rustling of paper,
Silent breathing,
audience waiting.
Placid sea.
Glass freezing the world beneath,
and reflecting the stalling world above.
A fine, horizontal line,
no zig-zag in sight.
The past and a future exist,
Present must be created,
"Wake up destiny,
Roll the dice."
It's not CandyLand,
but passing "Go" would be nice.
Maybe buy a red card,
build a green house.
No one ever thinks
the silver thimble gets pricked.
Therein lies its suffering.
Pain--a gift,
stimulating the heart,
pumping the veins,
revealing the real human.
Crimson curtains open.10:25 PM 3 Falling Stars
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