A buzz is blistering white noise blasting the drum of my ear
The anvil is stricken with such great velocity
Sensory perception overload occurs within the confines of the auditory cortex
The orbital sockets seem to expand for an instant awaiting
A blast flash of white light magnified
Its intensity is blinding
The pupils implode
As the retina receives the message the visual cortex shuts down
MEH...
Where is the drama?
Sitting beside myself I wonder about the “what if” and “could be.” To say that I do not take chances is foolhardy, as I am one to risk it all in the game of chance for the greater good even if that good is short standing. I have been down this road before and it will lie before me again.
The staircase has two possibilities
However, each step in either direction contains something of its own
Perhaps it could be called merit
Alas I ponder in magnified form
All possible scenarios
As if played on a lyre, the notes resonate majestically
Simply...ideally...
So much life and so little time
One foot in front of the other and a cliff is ahead
The blindfolded fool sees not
This wide eyed individual sees all
Pondering differences in scale
Balanced and yet not
I am but 180 degrees from death
I am but 180 degrees from life
All in all, this is full circle one more time ~ Maggie ~ August 4, 2008
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