the touch of my toe to yours,
helped me regain my balance
that had been
lost, only momentarily.
i remembered my last dance with Reality,
and i stepped on her toe
but her toe
made me stumble.
then i realized that Reality tripped
me on purpose;
it's the rules
of the Forever game.
wading through my mental haze
of perception
i see clearly it's us
waiting our turn.
a dance with the Matron
of Honor; spin her this way
and that, dip and genuflect.
and
after the dance
we can walk away in the dust
of reality,

the reality we made.

03/02/2005

Posted on 03/02/2005
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