ST102 ... in a corner of my mind
dreams on a wall
In preparation of the last bend. I have been saying my goodbyes even to those unaware of the curve towards the end. It is a comfort to some to know you cared, that they cared as uncaring as it may have been, we did our best, the best we were capable of at the time and that may not be true, but, well, whatever, what is?
I am surrounded by the world, all races move about this corner, it is the centre of the universe, there is nothing that does not happen here. There is war inside minds stumbling into the edge, love sliding across the air. There are futures sitting in minds just waiting for an escape. There is a lone sparrow hiding in the hedge, a crow in the distance quiet in this humid heat.
I feel good, i am leaving tomorrow. I have seen many friends, family, touched a few hearts in places few go. Everybody is moving somewhere, wherever i go, the sounds of silence is starving for an ear to hear. Politics, trends, soft light falls inside, turmoil, new tech gadgets, it's all here…. the beauty of it all just scrapes itself against my mind, i feel fine, i feel fine, i tell myself it's time to go. there's no where to go, nothing to be, just this clear focus roaming by in this gentle breeze thru this ever changing atmosphere inside, outside my mind.
I'll miss this corner. This is where it all happens. The past and the future fight here, befriend here, strangle, caress, weave about like dreams on a wall. My mind is just like that wall, hanging old images thinking they're new, special, eternal. I love this corner, but it is time to say goodbye.
Before i left, i entered a stairway, it had promise. I climbed to the top, a trinity of long stair cases. At the top, there was one door. i opened it. It was dark, i was hushed to be quiet and a seat was found. A theatre, thousands of people or more impatiently waiting for the curtains to rise. I waited for what seemed an eternity. People shuffled about, a very few left. I did. The curtains never rose. It was a play, entitled, 'The Wait'. I suppose they are waiting there still. Before i left, i took a peak back stage. It was flat, not an actor, not a mouse, just the silent vacuum of still air with a smell of emptiness. As i walked on down the busy darkly clouded street to its end, i couldn't help but laugh, silently, at the absurdity of it all.
Just then a veil lifted from behind the clouds and the sun slid thru.
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