Monday, November 14, 2011

The Artist (5)

There is/was at the cross roads of my life.

Not literally.  Was I  standing at a junction?

The road to the left cut across a field and disappeared in the yawning mouth of a forest.

To the right, winding into the lofty mists of the mountain peak.

There is/was sitting on the TV.   Watching the road.

The TV is the road and it is at a standstill.

Swill.

She peers in through the door and makes no movement.

What was the choice/decision?

It is on the whole probable that we continually dream

but consciousness while waking

makes such a noise that is/was do not hear it.

This is/was the case of the missing woman.

The expectation broken.

The plot diminished.

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