Monday, October 29, 2012

Finding Hinterland

Opening Monologue

There is a moment in your life when you look back at everything and think “is this it?”. This is the time you realise that everyday is throwing so much at you and at the end you got to remember what promises you choose to keep and what memories you choose to forget. The sun rises, the sun sets, the moon rises, the moon sets. Not always, though. Its inconsistency is disturbing sometimes. I always think if there is anything left. If so how much. And that mighty mystery we call death. Who has the answer to that? We can safely say that we are all alone. There is not much else we have. We are stuck in our consciousness for an unforeseeable period of time. Life is like Jenga and the little pieces are man that God sometimes carefully pulls out only to bring in the big bang, that crash. All fall down. We are all just pieces being moved from place to place. We are memories tiny hands, we are purpose without purpose, we are washing machines on the great highway of serendipity.

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Aftermath

The word is out
Temporarily we hang about
Holding onto little threads
Sleeping at night in our little beds

Thinking in circles and squares
Hoping to circus about in pairs.

We are nothing
Drowning, suffering.
We are the dance
Natures only chance.

God’s lost gifts fighting in threes
Honey and lost money bees
Sulphur’s sheen
Wound up in a live machine