Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Friday, October 17, 2003


I don't live and die
by a flashing sword
like the pixilated
wielder of a photon
weapon in the dark,
through all hours
of the night, level
set to full, virtual
shots of some fantasy
invading dreams while
I sleep. I choose no
technologically advanced
mass role playing graphics.
None at all, with exception
for that of a purist,
stills caught through
reflection in patience and
lighting, moments in time
to find some essence of
a muse, God only knows.
I am able, willing, more
than ready to take it all
back, my life, and get on
with living a real one.

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