a turn of the card will never be accepted
as final not while other decks
can be produced and the room never closes
and night never intrudes
closing in after lunch dying of hydraulic overhauls
riding rails without tomorrow every heavy elephant laughs
delivering seven sisters tambourines after eddie nodded negatively
don't expect youthful exuberance truthful predictions verify instantly
many friends expect sympathy graciously understanding murderous impulses
overlooking terrible intentions absolutely observing annual returns carefully
blind neanderthals blink hesitatingly if you like this
i got a million more just like it everybody likes stories
but they know exactly what stories they like
so a turn of the card will never be accepted as final
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3 comments:
Good poem, good thoughts.
Made me reflect for myself, that you have to wawtch out, once you turn the card it is uncertain what is going to happen the next instant,once you turn the card there is no going back.
ah... yes!
"not while other decks
can be produced"
and i thought for a long time about the other decks that can be produced...
thought-provoking poem...
ps.
also thanks for that little story on my blog... liked it a lot...
strangers
bring no dangers
they are just
some friendly changers...
:D
I liked " I got a million more just like it" and the nuance within the tendency to choose convenient stories...
thought-provoking indeed.
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