an end

[silverwheel]

This scholar imparts to us
the wisdom of ancient musicology,
yet I sit as the nebbish,
callous both to the paper
and the oral tradition
as my thoughts sink
into this mire of indecision.
And yet, at the first mention of
a tribe native to the Sonoran desert,
I break,
a tear dripping onto my thigh
as I remember flying above those sands
like a static character far removed
from the setting. I wonder how that memory
can even be a part of the same body
that sits burning now before the stage,
a waiting figure dug out from metallic wrecks.
Many of his words were never heard by me,
and soon he is leaving amidst grateful applause,
yet I sit motionless,
with the sadness of a burial
swirling around me.

 

[star*]

Awesum! Ive read alot of ur writing. Itz alwayz so beautifully written.

 

[Nietzche]

Wow! This is really quite stunning! it really implants some vivid images in the readers mind.

at the first mention of
a tribe native to the Sonoran desert,
I break,
a tear dripping onto my thigh
as I remember flying above those sands
like a static character far removed
from the setting. this is very effective.