TABLEAU VIVANT
I am not dead memory, your
once-for-wishful-thinking
heart and mind. And that
distant light - the one you
claim to see - is but a lamplight
far down a boring hallway.
-
Something is ticking - there - on
the mantle. They say that it is
Time - a fickle essence, moving
away. I say, I say 'NO!' - a sound
and a fury, perhaps, signifying
something grand, something
awesome, something.
-
I have not placed these items
on the table. No, it was not me,
for I am not here. The tableau
vivant is all you see.
I am not dead memory, your
once-for-wishful-thinking
heart and mind. And that
distant light - the one you
claim to see - is but a lamplight
far down a boring hallway.
-
Something is ticking - there - on
the mantle. They say that it is
Time - a fickle essence, moving
away. I say, I say 'NO!' - a sound
and a fury, perhaps, signifying
something grand, something
awesome, something.
-
I have not placed these items
on the table. No, it was not me,
for I am not here. The tableau
vivant is all you see.
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