1st March '06
Distant voices…..echo and then fade into the distance.
Distant thoughts come and then go away too soon.
And in between them the gaps.. the vacuum..
These ancient, rudimentary particles..
What are they for?
Are they still ancient or just labeled so?
Maybe a heirloom, eroded..
…hollow without the spirit.
A bald head…a hairless tomb..
A glistening relic…
Or are the spirits jostling…
Broken pieces of earthenware…
Spilled and now free, the runny flows everywhere..
Where thither thee??