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And then there was pain Searing pain That cut through the Red hot lividness that was her breath and throttled it midway She choked Unable to decide between The desire to obfuscate her world And the temptation of perennial oblivion Both offered completion. Buddha or Shiva? Surrender or annihilation? Giving up or taking up? Too many questions Serpentine thoughts with sinewy claws  enmeshed her endearingly sweetly and surely  and hopefully (for them), forever. Except for time There's no forever Who are you kidding?! Just here and now The only possessions At any moment That's all.

The hum of the refrigerator clickety-click of the keyboard The misplaced notes of a piano A distant bark, and then another A knock– far away Muffled slamming of a door Padded footsteps A whirr of a truck driving past Carried within the wave of time Sounds of the moment Perceived in the limited Circle of light Of this lamp in the living room Hushed sounds of the night Withheld, whispered sometimes whimpered Complete silence eludes Night, unlike day, goes on A show behind the curtains.

Heaving, aching, exhausted Yearning to have control, nay, not possible Not over the world, I pray, Just this tiny inconsequential thing in the scheme of the universe also known as the heart But how can that be? Poison births life, it does Even if only to kill No, not kill, but strangle, carve out, control Lift, only to shatter Embrace, only to toss away Support, only to withdraw when over a chasm Alone Lone and lonely I drift down down down "Stop screaming, stupid!" What's the point? Meaning, meaningfulness, purpose heavy words I'm but an idiot who gets triggered "Snap out of it!" Sure, your majesty. Addictive? Egoistic? Perhaps. Who knows what's real, what isn't. To borrow from the bard, "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players..." So play shall I, be stupid, be the fool And I shall snap out of it And smile And keep going Because if life's a play, The show must go