Grey Ghost

The rain said, "I dazzle!"

She said, "You lie."

And the air was hollow again...

Self-

Self-knowledge is the first step to self-realization...

And the last.

A Sane Man

(1) A sane man in a straitjacket
(2) A block of ice

(3) A tree
(4) An unborn baby
(5) A barking dog on a leash
(6) A door

(7) An apple, as it falls from the tree...

A Piece of Snow

Ouch.

Life is Weather

Sorry I'm late. The blizzard slowed me down...

Or if it wasn't the blizzard, it was the buzzard...

No, the gizzard...

What a joke it is. What a joke.

The Scent

The scent of failure; To it

Not that failure; Repels me; Quite the opposite, I declare!

Why then; To explain myself; Out of this difficulty

That has arisen; In part; To explain myself

An opening; I sought, yes, an opening; What I sought

Out of; Mere native curiosity; A difficulty

Native?; No, Human; Say human, to explain yourself

Opening; Far from the scent; The difficulty

To explain yourself; For failure; Signifies

Something closed; A wound, perhaps; Something

Yes; So it was, I've forgotten; The scent

The Magic Box

The magic box has magic seeds in it. And the magic seeds yield, naturally, magic plants. And what are the qualities of these magic plants?

They are invincible. You cannot root them out, hard as you try. But why would you wish to, anyway? They're magic.

They spread, inexorably. They colonize the parks, the streets, the houses. The animals. See that man stumble - he has a plant through his eye. They twist themselves around our necks, penetrate our souls.

The earth is soft now, silent. It is a violent silence - whoever thought there could be such a thing? But now there are no thoughts...

Such is the power of magic!

A Page

Page upon page collapsed. Was there no way through?

The riddle at the heart of the book. Which book? Every book.

And so it goes...

The end. And yet again... The beginning.

Nightshade

Was it your heart was poisoned, or your mind?

The poison bleeds, so gently. Through the surface, into our lives...

The air was stale. The night was worn; we were forlorn.

..............................................................................

The poisoned person has no passion. Put the poisoner in prison, please?

Peace.

"Peace"

Is it harder to get started, or to come screeching to a halt?

Screeching Screeching

Sounds of the forest. "Peace".

But language rumbles on...

The beast has nothing to do. It yawns. It dreams. It kills.

Ellipsis

And I...

Cut

The lazy visionary slurped his ice-cream, noiselessly. Wind outside, and it chimed.

The wars were on; men in funny hats spilt blood with elan. That takes skill, so we applaud...

What is within is non-existent. "Non- non- non-" makes a music all its own.

On our own, we're beside. The grass endures, and it's cut, remorselessly.

Thin Reality

Like a sheet of ice. No, like a sheet of paper...

What is imagined dissolves. What is real persists. An endless bubble, its skin.

Metaphor

Space itself constitutes a bridge.

Negativism

No no no

Thinking clearly.

Door

I'm an interruption, yeah?

Question

This five-fingered thing, which we call "hand", is merely an animal. It opens and closes, opens and closes, like a heart. It has own fine language, fluent, yet nearly mute.

It has a wrinkled face. No eyes. It has a neck, but no body, no tail...

And yet it crawls upon the table. It can soar. Or it lies upon the table, or on the chair, or somewhere, with no meaning. It pauses -

Exerts its muscular mind. Might it cramp itself?