|Pagan Thoughts (standard:poetry, 156 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Aug 04 2001||Views/Reads: 1959/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The conscious mind in conflict with reality.|
~Pagan Thoughts~ I shouted my name through the valley, but there was no answer. My name died on my lips. No stone would consecrate it. . The grass parted no more. Birds flew where I had been. Little children vanquished my footprints. Invisible to the world of matter, I went into the wind, but made no rustle among the leaves. . Listen, heart of ebony, what is it that truly matters? Our reach is infinite, yet contains nothing: A few flowers dying in a vase. A book or two. Stills of a vanished life stuffed in a shoebox. A tea ring left upon a polished table, reflecting the blinks of sunlight through slatted shades. . A door opens somewhere; footfalls on a hardwood floor; a radio -- distant murmurs; a cool sheet drawn upon a head; the buzz of a fly that drifts away; whisperings of this or that; a closing door, then nothing more. ~Will Tweet
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