Act IV, Sc. 1
Look she said this is not the distance
we wanted to stay at--We wanted to get
close, very close. But what
is the way in again? And is it
too late? She could hear the actions
rushing past--but they are on
another track. And in the silence
or whatever it is that follows them
there is still the buzzing: motes, spores,
aftereffects and aftershocks and then the morning
after. Then the thickness you can't get past called waiting.
Then the you, whoever you are, peering down to see if it's
done yet.
Then just the look on things of being looked-at.
Then just the look on things of being seen.
Created by
guccipiggy
Last modified
2005-03-17 09:04 PM
