Responses
My response is
I am vigilant;
My response is
I am naught but a bit of insignificance;
My response is
I am not that man behind the curtain;
My response is
I cannot explain a man who murders the extended family
of the girl her rapes and then cuts off her hands
so she cannot even reach for her soul;
My response is
I am uncomfortable with being safe;
My response is
I see beauty in the silence I touch with darkness;
My response is
I am sustained with a single breath of warmth from the past;
My response is
I am afraid of the churning frigid waters that sneak up behind my paddle;
My response is
We are all going to Rockland;
My response is
I don’t give a rat’s ass about your opinion;
My response is
I am exhausted from running;
My response is
I am the wall that protects;
My response is
I am the wall that will be torn down;
My response,
is,
I think.
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5 comments:
Interesting conflation of imagery, but, then again - you don't give a rat's ass about my opinion. Besides, I'm not the man behind the curtain, nor am I going to Rockland. Thanks for the thoughts.
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Comments from the dark are always welcome. Thanks Fool.
Sure you don't want to come along for the ride? If not, we'll wave from the bus.
Going to Rockland? Without me? AND inviting strangers?
Other than the obvious impermanence of anything, why must the wall that protects also be the wall that will be torn done? Are we talking about two different walls or are you referring to the concept of "safety" being an illusion?
Oh, yeah, I'll take a window seat on that bus if there's any left. Wouldn't want to miss anything.
For the record, I {{puffy heart}} safety even if it *is* one great big goddamned illusion.
Yes.
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