Time unfolds like unconscious writing

A universe of words

Gathered by the fragile consistence of paper

A godlike creative process

Soliloquy and solemn

I slept while thunderous waterfalls

Flooded narrow sidewalks

The nervebreaking silence seemed a distant relic

When dragonflies used to enjoy

The kindness of fading lullabies

I slept while in the hills

Cities clashed for an obsolete reason

Betrayal and treason

I slept while thunderous waterfalls

Came washing over those who lingered

Hopelessly regarding the marvels of self-demise

What other reason could you otherwise Imagine?

I do not wish to be history s typist

I wish to be it s writer, not a mere spectator

And to command a rebellion of stars

A discreet, yet powerful seduction

A thespian savoir-faire for whom may learn to dare

How to conceal such discipline