i am tethering on the end of a thread so thin only god knows why it hasn't snapped yet and dropped me into the gaping abyss lurking right underneath me, awaiting my next mistake - so it may swallow me and my entire state of hollow consternation in one schmaltzy smirk of sadistic satisfaction.
i may yet scream a silent burst of profuse frustration but not get a hoarse throat; i may yet balefully hurl my face into solid concrete but be safe from impact wounds; and i may yet conjure nonchalant aneurysms but still smile warmly in the morning sun.
i then realise that i truly and simply am inconsequential, that the world is not mine nor does it owe me centre-stage.
make me a servant, even if i tether on thin thread.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
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