| New Chapters for Old Stories |
| The loading ramp was Pulled away... The metal vault-like Door closed slowly The engines throbbed The sleek silver Container began rolling As I watched the departure I wondered if a chapter of My life was ending... or if a New one was beginning I had watched my two Companions as they moved Through the termina... Their cheeks were aglow The excitement in their Steps grew at each Processing stage as the Forward motions brought Them closer to the Journey of Change We three had hugged My friends and I... Nervous smiles had Come and gone... Those the byproduct Of all First Times... The fracturing of old Habits… of changes To the status quo We three friends were Excited for each other... We three friends were Frightened for each other My Other of many years Was leaving with Another They would visit the Sunny Waters To relax... to dance To laugh... to talk To make love To enjoin their lives Even further with ours Was a chapter of My life ending... Or a new one Just beginning We had discussed this Event for years My Other and I... The day when we Would sever our Welded TWOsum When we would again Become two separate And distinct individuals Two independent centers Of living... with our Schism without rancor Or recriminations... but Rather with an expansion Of joy and empathy And compassion into More togetherness with More Than Just One |
| We still enjoyed each Other's company... Preferred it to most Others... my Other and I We were so comfortable With each other's minds And hearts... the laughter We shared We had joined genes To partake in creation... To date our Life's book Was of fairy tale ilk Unscathed by tragedy Major disappointments Illness... heartbreak Tomorrow's tales would Differ... it's the fate of The species... but today's Vision was for joyful and Fulfilling and exciting lives But from within our intimate Connectedness... its Thousands of days in sole Togetherness... we had also Seen the flush of our Aliveness fade from our Cheeks... from our eyes From our groins And if not also from our Hearts... then perhaps From some small parts Of our souls We had too much deep Care and concern for One another to blandly And idly accept time's Imposed lassitude's... Another seeming Fate of our species Would our plan to add New persons to our Lives be cumulative With each adding to the Pool of ideas and joy And excitement... Or would the actual result Be simply substitutions Changing one for another Following the vogue of Serial monogamy Where the past must be Tendered before the Future could be embraced I had just witnessed new Joy and excitement in my Old Intimate Friend And in my new Intimate Friend... its existence Was obvious to any Who would look... Or who would remember Their own once upon a time ... I would look and feel The same if the situation Were reversed |
| And could it be as simple As that... this small nagging That pulls at the back of my Mind... my happiness... Our happiness... Which cause the nervous Laughter among us... Could envy be so universal That each of knows when its Destructiveness ought to be Present and destroying Can our previous culture's Training be so pervasive That none can dig out all of Its spores... must our Happiness always be Symmetrical... in pairs Was an old version of me Of us... just briefly hiding Or was a new one just Really beginning As in all things... time will tell The wisdom of our pursuit... Or will it be the sageness And strength of our minds And will... our rationality Each of us knows We all know the Alternatives Of how we could live... Coupledom and its velvet Chains of the stagnation of Today's propriety... Promiscuity and its vapid Unsought goal of emptiness Hermitage with its allure and Promise of aloneness These wait if we fail to master Our old emotions... fail to Install new substitutes... Those which tell our insides Our minds... our hearts... our Bodies... that the happiness And joy and excitement of our Others is the cause of my Happiness and joy and Excitement... and fulfillment It's a lesson to be learned And like all new lessons will Require practice... but Practice we must or face the Penalties and oppression Of the Alternatives that many Face in their current lives The lost of zest for life... Its very Aliveness In the meantime as I watched The plane fly into the moon lit Night carrying my new and Old Intimate Friends... I wondered if a chapter of My life was ending... or if a New one was just beginning |
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| Excerpted from The Little Red Book of Drivel Soul Rot and Other Tales of Insane Relationships in the 3rd Millennium |
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