Tuesday, September 4, 2012



Even when the credits have rolled
And the last strands of music leave with you –
Hurried towards the exit neon
And out onto the dark late night
(Still winding down the shutters to the rhythm of shattering glass),

Even when the last word has been read
And you return to the shelf from whence you came –
Back to the oblivion
Of cobwebbed minds and confused thoughts
(Mingled with deadlines and budgets and rehashed presentations),

Even when your eyes close one last time
And the saline drips on to the snow-white sheet –
Seeking escape
In the manner of all waters – red and white
(Savored in the last flickering candlelight by the revolving breeze)

It’s never the end…

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