I wonder if I'm beginning or ending. Whichever, it's one version of the truth -- like walking in and out of existence from behind a tree. What deer do: they materialize and disappear in many pieces, two-dimensional paper cut-outs in the woods. Don't want to live dogmatically, ideologically or have opinions anymore. Can't live morally and don't want to sit in judgment. Crunch. Tie. Flit. Knock knees. Drift. Disappear. Reappear. Disappear.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Curtain Rises
I wonder if I'm beginning or ending. Whichever, it's one version of the truth -- like walking in and out of existence from behind a tree. What deer do: they materialize and disappear in many pieces, two-dimensional paper cut-outs in the woods. Don't want to live dogmatically, ideologically or have opinions anymore. Can't live morally and don't want to sit in judgment. Crunch. Tie. Flit. Knock knees. Drift. Disappear. Reappear. Disappear.
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