HOW THIS HAPPENS,
EITHER WAY
The sky at sundown makes me think
of tomorrow. The sky in the morning
makes me think of today. Maybe that's
backwards, but that's my way. I've
always been a little askew.
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There's no drama in the drumbeat
of my heart - relentless and steady,
the same peal is heard. Not that I
listen to any of that. I give it its due,
don't get me wrong, but the moments
for romance are over. I just look
away.
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The stage lights may be on, but the
actions have left the camera, the
audience seats are empty, and -
God forbid - at the very end the
actors are forgetting their lines!
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