Wednesday, November 18, 2009

and so the little girl began to weep........

and weep she did.....
for all the loss.....for the empty promises........
veritable FLOODS of salty, 'globul ous' tears......
she noticed, through the film of salt, covering her eyes.......
that tears and raindrops have similar aesthetic properties....
ONLY SHE would take note of such superfluous minutia during grief and melodrama!!
yes, SHE, the daughter of EVERYTHING......
the poster child for ALL THINGS BIZARRE......
for all things ASTUTE.......
she.......of many masks.......pink and red and black.......
fortuitous were they who had touched upon her 'sparkle'.......her 'wisdom'.......
her CACOPHONOUS GREEN EYES....
ahhhhh.......
to have the good fortune to be near her.......even but for a moment.......
pure magic.......'walking MAGIC'.......
a 'manifest er' of outlandish proportion.....
and yet.......
and yet.......
grief stricken.......
profoundly puzzled by life's incongruous maze of experience......
hampered by HUMAN physicality.....
yet able to be in two places at once......

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