Tuesday, September 25, 2007

arcadia: memento mori

timing is everything (this is the supposition i'll attempt to stick to)

sometimes i wish i drank coffee so i could pour cream into it and watch. i wish the air was coloured and would billow and whorl and twist and break around me like so.

twirl to the left and watch entropy go.
twirl to the right and watch it unmix.

what if it did unmix? what if we weren't all bound for heat death and could revolt against King Chaos and mix and unmix as we pleased?

it'd be fun to watch. fireworks in reverse. blowing bubbles and breathing in and watching them all return to the wand. rebounding the thunder and watching another flash of lightning. don't brake; decelerate. ununtie your shoes and lets go.

would you be able to un-blow kisses? could you un-boil blood, or unbleed? would "wipe that smile off your face" be the same as un-"breaking into a grin?" is it hello, or repealing the previous goodbye? where would the tears go when they rolled up cheeks? how would you know, when you looked in her eyes, if the forever you saw was past or future? would the dagger hurt as much coming out as going in?

and at the end of the night, there's another dusk, and the world may forget (or unsee) dawn.

appositely, the light ne'er leaves, the shadows flee, and we all faint from heat exhaustion.

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