| Life and Death of spoon-- I'm looking at a spoon the way the lights are angled and it's position are perfect-It shines just so- I wonder if I pick it up will I tarnish it so it won't shine anymore-Will I block the light so that it is no longer a perfect little glory-Even if it's glory is only in my eyes- This is the spoons one pride- and if I ruined it wouldn't that create a disaster of momumental propprtions in it's world- THat would make me something more horrible than chocclate pudding- I wish I could forever leave this spoon in it's palce but someone is going to pick it up-Will they be blind to it's shine and pride in beingthe best it can be?- Small disasters happen everyday in my life so small except to me-Like so many tiny earth quakes only the most sensitive machine can pick up-Yet they happen they do exsit and they are tearing this delicate eart appartand rearranging her-How many disaters will I cause tommarrow and what have I caused today?- Will these things as small as they are lead to larger and more horrifying catastropes-Will it tear me apart, will it lead to more silent duet of skin surrendering to fine honed metal?- Thunder and lighting- Or sinking, floating, slowly down in to a deep blue calm oblivion- Will this spoon soon be scratched and tarnished beyond it's former glory? Tossed away or lost perhaps it will have no chance to reach such a stage- It will be lost or misplaced before it's time- Who would notice one spoon lost when you have so many more to eat off of each day- How long before I no longer see every day-TIl the colors fade and pale to nothing- Til I have nothing to fear and disaster over comes and destories me-This lovely spoon will not live forever noone will-But will we both leave sooner than anyone exspects& who will notice-- 1996-- |
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