the woman next door
still uses a typewriter
in her story a child
stares out of the dark
where she goes to dream
of abandoned railroad tracks
the child's imaginary friend
a Japanese soldier from WW2
smiles loudly and exclaims
"Wasn't that a splendid sunset
over the sea this evening ?
We got there just in time,
before it was already taken."
the woman types & types
until she is a child again
carrying her big teddy bear
behind her down a dirt road
Dirt Road
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Mmmm wow brilliant- and now I want more
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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nice slice of life...aah the storytellers...with their real life accounts, and ooh the fantasytellers got plenty to say to balance the scales...at some point hard to tell the differnece
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
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I think this was a scene in a Kurosawa movie....
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
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Jana - don't we all ?
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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saw - the time of old men
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Wireman - it might prove out to all be a scene in some movie
but something calls me away from all that
but something calls me away from all that
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.