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Otherwise
opinions about life, work, and spirituality

Imagine (a work in progress)

October 31st, 2009

Imagine my face,
a funeral procession
A caterpillar of cars in slow motion
carrying the women that weep
inside
A tragic trail,
long and despairing in pallor of grey

So, Now,
Imagine my surprise
when
a surreptitious glance
in the looking glass
(as if I am Alice)
betrays
a youthful (even acned) visage!

Where is the desperation,
the damp and depressing
funereal dirge?
The flowers in their sickly wreaths
The handshakes, back pats and shaking of heads
The black and polished boots and heels
The waxed and dusted wooden floor
The
eulogy
homily
doxology?

Not a trace. Not even a
wrinkle.

The tragedy of
elastic skin.

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