Four walls are touching the floor
with unique contrast that really
isn't surprising at all, yet white
walls and white floor touch so
dimensions are found, giving form
to the only world you have known.

Looking up does show some promise,
for that movie manages to change;
the only real wonder is how frequent
it, in fact, becomes a new frame, since
vicariously you live through this window,
waiting for the shift, plot-thickener,

hoping the screen flaps up, to cascade
interactive 3D which your friends and
the like raved so much about. That same
action is what also initiated their
goodbye. "It was his time," you said
about your brothers, willing departure.

"She was great, wasn't she?" you think
about your sisters, "She deserved to take
the next step, to become part of another
being, to become a life supplier," as you
yearn to do so much. But alas, there still
lingers one; storied a past as the rest:

Birth was a squeeze, and a touch of heat.
Although all your comrades started off
just like you, there was this inner drive
you felt that separated you from the rest.
Carefully sorted into your current residence,
you felt slighted, as if you were meant

to be the one coated with a thin layer of
sugary compliment, or even better yet, iced
with rich whiteness accompanied with a new,
life-long companion, striving for the same
gloried demise. Even though these did not
occur, you still boasted life with pride.

Envy does not govern your existence, and
happy you are, to be this product. The
anxious times are now, for the eagerness,
not the fright, compell feelings as such.
The movie has been stuck in the "scene-change
frame" for some time, and the darkness only

multiplies the anticipation of dreams accomplished.
The next step in your life is about to begin.
The only uncertainty is how and when the hands
of the foreteller cast the truth onto thoughts
only imagined. In the short, shelf-life equated
time of existence, your efforts were exausted,

and the fruits of your existence have become
for this very moment. All you can manage to
think about, when the movie restarts, and the
hands of exercised decision are represented in
magnificient lights, is where your friends might
be and how wonderful it is to be the last one.

05/12/2004

Posted on 03/30/2005
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