Monday, July 24, 2006

The age of reason has come and gone
Like little discrete flecks of smell wafting out of the kitchen
Or a rotting carcass, if it'd please you
Not without a sign did it pass by you
Like a stranger in a strange land
Even when you painfully ignored its presence

And now, when it's your turn
to play the stranger, in a stranger land
Realising that you missed your dream boat
And live out your life
like a tortoise entomed by its shell
All you feel is a tiny jab on the ribs
You turn back, to find the age of reason.

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