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Here and There Between the towers of Here and There
she walked the shadows of light and gray
the burden much too heavy to bear
but knowing that she couldn't stay
beside her in the mists of doubt
other walked these shadows grim
some were quiet, some would shout
still others sought to follow Him
and where the roads diverged and split
others chose their preferred way
still others, doomed to walk much longer
continued on, she and they
and in the sky the Timer ticked
the hands were spinning to The End
those of There sought to be picked
and those of Here to find a friend
and as it ticked, she walked along
the road ahead unsure and dim
not sure if she should sing Here's song
or go to There and follow Him
eventually, her answer found
she walked until The End drew near
and there she lies beneath the ground
her whereabouts are still unclear
Masquerademade a mask
of paint and strokes
and put it on
to fool the folks
the I and Me
and be the one
I want to be
wore a mask
and danced with others
who too wore masks
of equine brothers
I smiled at them
and took their hands
concealed my face
from scowl and glance
I won them with
this mask of mine
and all is good
and all is fine
though I could
still leave at will
but which is which
the mask or face?
Which is real
and which is fake?
hard to tell
between them now
it will sort itself out
for now, I dance
with mask concealing
and playing the game
I've for weeks played
Second ChanceOf love and time
I have neither
Give up all my things
I know that you, dear
are the o—
A sound like glass breaking interrupted Neamata’s poetry writing. She heard curses from the door that lead to Arif’s laboratory. She sighed. Why on earth did you ever let him build his lab in your house, Aimee? As she walked to the door, dustpan and broom in hand, she mused over her friend’s poor decision making. Aimee was always the smart, level-headed one, but when it came to her friends, she tended to let her judgment slip. This included letting her house become a regular meeting place for both Neamata and the many relatives Aimee had. The strangest of these being the young scientist cousin responsible for the crash and cursing—Arif.
Arif had always fascinated Neamata from their first meeting. He was two years older than she was and had sandy blond hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was somewhat of a mad scientist, as eviden
Anchor Me9:00 AM
The wind whipped Katrina's hair back from her face. The sky glowed with ribbons of white and a full canvas of blue. the landscape of green rolled along happily under the cliff. All things considered, it was a most beautiful day. The Earth is sending me off in style.it is rewarding me for this. She had told herself that she wouldn't think like that, not on this, her final day. Still, there was no way to stem the tide of melancholy that washed over her. She had known that today would be her last. Her mind had been made up no less than an hour ago. She hadn't woken up and decided "Hey, I think I'll commit suicide today", but the human mind can only endure so much. Today, the last of her strength had finally raised a white flag and here she was, standing at the edge of existence.
Too early. More sleep. She tried to fight the lack of fatigue and encouraged herself to go back to bed, but the morning called. She groaned. She didn't feel like doin
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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