Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Sound of Two Hands Clapping

 Afraid to live and afraid to die,
 Reluctant and able to be devastated
 Blindly, thoughtlessly, with ease.

 Realize completely and question why.
 Greater than thought, cared, wondered or comprehended
 With a mortal fear of wreaths.

 Solitude and dread were the allies
 Which spared one from passion, perception, a shared bed
 And duplicate sets of keys

 Entrusted to one amidst a sign.
 A stranger, who won't accept, and acquiesced
 a hasty offer to appease.

 One could devastate with a goodbye
 And led, perpetuated or perpetrated
 With tantamount tease and quease.