Monday, May 2, 2011

Number Twenty Two

Sadness surrounds us.  Like the dark beyond a ring of firelight.  The sadness is the illusion of separation, the apparent loss of the ones we knew.

The fire, stoked by the small pleasures, by the comfort of the familiar, burns out.  And then the wolves come -- that image of abandonment, a lonely death -- to devour us.

The sadness is all around, like the gleaming eyes of animals.  Yet out there, just beyond the last breath, is everyone.  We have just forgotten them.  It is their eyes glowing in the dark.

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