Monday, March 29, 2010

Seven Moons

One day the light turns on - bright - very bright - so bright you need to cover your eyes. Contemplating the brightness the mind roars like a jet taking off at Laguardia airport. Darkness still flashes holding your day sight at bay.

Life - or what you thought about your life stalks across the screen. 1 plus 1 no longer become 2. An algebraic equation takes its places rightly where the addition should have been but is no more.

Complications muddy the waters that once were tamed and flowed south. Now the unclear waters swirl and spout little tips of bubbly water. A blowhole appears and and changes the serenity of the landscape.

Alice stumbles toward the tea party and the white rabbit runs and hides.

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