Friday, July 03, 2009

at the drive-in

we call it dead
so is the idea of an afterlife
here the light flashes
flickers and fades
like plato’s cave
truth is an illusion
is still truth
we yearn to bust our cocoon
we emerge from the flatness
of light blinkered and senseless
as if witness to the birth
of tires new and gravel


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