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She's Having a Fit (Realness) Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com) dnb-as1s29.erols.com Mon, April 21, 1997 at 12:52AM |
The reality of the moment
Is sometimes obscured
By intentional slowness
And then we endure
For we're sucked in
And allow ourselves
To be plied within
Rooms we assemble
And then we play along
Wondering all the while
As we sing our song
And don our fake smile
How far she can go
Pretending it's real
When you know it's show
For it lacks the zeal
Of real communication
For there's no relation
Of thought to action
And so we fracture
The balance within
And force her to pin
Her objective on air
Which is not hot there
But she cannot do it
For to do so will pit
Her mind against clutter
She cannot ever utter
For speaking so clear
Will bend many ears
Then she will choose
The creation to lose
For reality's not
Her true spot
And rather than be
All things to me
She runs away
To win another day
At being the clot
Which she has forgot
For depth of feel
Lacks in this meal
Which is so packed
With little stacked
On top of shoulders
And gets no older
For all her muscles
Are lost in tussles
She has within - a mind
Which fails to thus shine
And when she then runs away
You're not glad you played
For time was wasted
On pretense which tasted
Bitter to the tongue
And we lost the song
When lies came adrift
And we saw much missed
And then we let her know
We thought she should go.
- Tristram