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By Echolocation Date: 2001 Aug 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.01.18.57.21758]] |
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I write poems dripping with love Chocolate sauce oozing down vanilla ice cream Warm and thick and rich Compose verses drenched in slow-building passion Lava seething its deliberate path down a hillside Igniting everything it touches But it's nothing more than an intellectual exercise Leaving me untouched, neither hurt nor healed. Viewing the performances from behind a sheet of glass I watch my illusory creations in their tiny, graceful movements So much happens in there as I - Spectator and goddess of their finite universe - Dispense hope and despair, laughter and tears, Though taking none for myself I merely observe, note the results. Eventually the experiment ends in predictable fashion (love conquers all, none but the brave deserve the fair, all the ants die, etc) And I wash the glassware and put everything away Until next time I feel the need to observe emotions again But I wonder sometimes Am I learning anything? Anything at all? |