April 15, 2000

Is this really all there is?

The lights are dim here. Cast a shadow, let it drop. Freedom has it's special truth. We were always afraid of trapeze artists and great love. I wish this place were different and lovely. I wish I could laugh about the presence enlightened and understood. Tell me a tale, slight of hand, indifferent.

Beyond this is pardon. I can taste it with every cringe. It beckons and eludes. The music is much too familiar now.

Embrace it.