You were all,
we were all,
we never existed,
A familiar far-flunged fascination..
A fading memory,
a vague experience,
a stone dropped on water with an impact yet,
the winkles slowly disappear.
Now, the most ideal state for you, me, us,
now a moment of tasteful pleasantries,
now an ideal ingenious idiocracy you've created!
Now,
despair.
You disappeared into a game I chose not to play,
I kid not.
"I wrote this during the winter of 2009. I've found myself in similar scenarios since. Harmonic disappointment.."
-JBF
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ReplyDelete"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." Macbeth Quote (Act V, Scene V).
ReplyDeleteWow, Shakespeare sure had a glass-half-empty way to describe things.
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