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March 10, 2004
As the leaf blows by
There are flashes
When reality leans in close to my face and blows her sweet breath over my covered eyes
But fantasy sits behind me with her hands over my ears giggling
This world moves in fast forward
while the next sits waiting for my entrance at stage left
Brilliance and lunacy are both beyond my grasp
Again I stand on the stairs reaching for that which floats by
I catch it... don't I..?
Posted by paul at March 10, 2004 09:27 AM
Comments
Excellent writing. You've got a way with crafting words as though they were paint flowing from an artists brush onto the canvas of human minds. You must be left-handed, I presume? :)
Posted by: Bart at March 10, 2004 02:57 PM
I'm begining to just go to your site expecting this wonderful stuff.
Posted by: Kathy at March 10, 2004 04:06 PM
Why, thank you for noticing, I am left handed, and hence you have discovered my secret and now you must die... (diabolical laugh)
Posted by: paul at March 10, 2004 05:38 PM