A Few Thoughts Before Bed
the lights went out and we got online. in a concentric circle, nothing less. the river of life flowed into the night, as a babbling brook, a dream final declaration of his life. but instead of shouting out loud, he chose to whisper softly. volume is, after all, but a measure of decibels.
arriving late, he stood there, waiting. enter the circle late, he contented himself with the rogues, with and around the periphery. the world has felt finish tonight – the glasses are well rounded, for coasters and the full moon – but it is not quite fully. as hundreds of thousands, if estimates are correct, met with water in celebration of the gods who give life, and commoners, opponents and even became bathed in glory, he soaked his feet in the water and the acute alarm aroused, withdrew instantly.
he attended his last possessions – the old jacket of his dead mother and brought to the rear, an unfinished cigarette, some seeds of daffodils and wet and almost destroyed the card – and set out to find the place where he knew that he had to do.
but when the sun was slinking down the horizon, it opens up to him was right where it began.