Friday, April 28, 2006

ante meridiem

It's been so long since I've stayed up this late I've forgotten how wonderful it feels. To be, for one moment, immortal. Time is not reality in the wee hours of the night. Time does not hold us in its iron grasp at 1, 3, 4 AM. It does not count away at the heartbeats we have yet to beat before that final respiration, inhalation, expiration. It does not matter, at all, right now. The painful wittling away of life with trivialities beneath the sun is a marvelous savoring of existence underneath the moon. To die of thirst would be simply divine, I think.

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Sunday, April 23, 2006

Walk on Water

He'd carefully woven the net of lies and deceit, strengthened it strand by strand, lie by lie, careless glance to careless word, and now it supports his entire existence without effort. Nothing, no one, could match the fury with which he labored to create his world of perfection. Perfection because paint drowns the cracks in the ceiling, a gaudy cloth hides the crumbling roof, and Hope sits in every corner besides Fear.
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The summer breeze breathed through the palm fronds and the sun stroked the earth and they knew it was lost. The last soul was gone. Perspicacity and austerity were gone, departed, mere memories, mere shadows of memories. Only a mild, happy, drowned feeling remains as the sands shift beneath the weight of a hundred, a hundred and one tears.

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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Reign Down

And the ultimate judge who sits upon the ultimate throne will know. Yes, he will know what you have done and what you have thought and what you have felt and dreamed and heard and hoped for and never won. Will never win. Meanwhile, cloned marionettes with black wigs dance in circles in our minds as our tongues spin tales of tiresome tattle. Our puerile hearts beat, unashamed, against the walls of responsibility and whine for wine and bread. The bread that is not the bread of life but the bread of lie and falsehood and truth-you-have-died-and-reign-no-longer. And shall it rain tomorrow or the day after or the day after that? And will it matter? If all the world were to drown in a moment, life would continue in its ceaseless struggle to survive against stupidity with sanity and sobriety. Perhaps we will never wake sober or sleep soberly or think sober thoughts ever again, for there upon the granite lies the bread of lie and falsehood and truth-I-mock-your-nonexistence and it is raining wine to drown the world in a moment.
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A harsh grating of heavy stone against stone. A screeching. And a halting. Screech. Halt. Screech. And constant, endless ringing. In bed late at night and they are not the shouts of a taxicab driver or a raccoon overturning garbage but ringing. Always ringing. For the next 20 years. Until deafness brings silence. And relief. Or deafness as a result of ringing. Which would be hell. With bells. Suffer the 11th row of your mistake exactly one year ago for the rest of your pitiful life.

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