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Time rips

Time rips all masks—
   you joker, you twister, you addled
      teller of tales…
No one waits for me by the train
   No one cares when I get home
Sweetly the waves stroke the shore
   Serenely the moon tugs the waves
She looks so longingly into my eyes
   and still can’t see me
In this way the gash may heal
But look at that goofy wrinkled face
   accentuated ears,
   and sorry, thin nose
Vile pink flowers
   in a room full of laughter
So many wrong turns
   and false steps along the way
Where do we go?
I don’t see everything
   but I see the birds in the trees
   and, as I ascend,
   the light gets stronger

-May 21, 2008-