The MeetingA Story by Thatch
I crawled along the canyon floor
At last arriving at a door A silver knob called quietly Twas he who had invited me With brittle handed I grasped and turned A manic hunger inside me burned My retinas were promptly fried Washed suddenly in milky tied When vision gave its swift return I scanned intently, eager to learn But nothing faded into sight But barren, mocking, endless white I cursed the door who'd drawn me near It now was gone, without a tear Then a shifting figure stepped into view With an ever-changing static hue Quick and near towards me it drew Before changing fast to a shape that I knew A mouse, curious, small, humble, and gray With eyes like the wind on a cold autumn day Examined me intensely and gave a quick squeak Then became quite stern and began to speak- "You yourself exist only as a mere drip Cascading towards earth without even a quip Reaching the dirt you find only dismay And below you go without any delay To embrace and hold life must be one's true task Before their stay reaches its end and shadows fall at last To see is to be and to look is to know There is no other answer but to live and let go"
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2 Reviews Added on July 16, 2016 Last Updated on July 17, 2016 AuthorThatchTyroneAboutHey guys! I sometimes write down any lines or paragraphs that come to me and I've built up a small collection over the years. I don't really show them to anyone so I thought I'd share some of them .. more..Writing
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