Thursday, December 17, 2015

Prelude and Fugue

Things aren't out to get you, it's you who are clumsy.
...The train wasn't late, you missed it.
It's not that what you wanted wasn't there, but you,
...You looked like you were moving, yet no more
Than the swaying of trees that answer only to the wind,
...And move only to stay where they are.
Your actions are like the flickering of a candle flame
...As the time it measures dwindles no more.

But trees don't walk. Don't wait for trees to walk,
...Go and caress them, whisper to their silence.
And if you quench a candle with your lips tonight,
...Relight it tomorrow night
.........with your hands.


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