"And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."
T.S ELIOT - The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Field Rotation - Acoustic Tale 2 by FluidAudio
The Uncompromising Cruelty
(The Cruel Birefringence )
Time cracked and
fell with a clatter
upon the platter
in an empty
in the plumbing
(how it haunted you the plumbing!)
[and then Prufrock took a deep breath, and you went pale]
among the gravel
(like your skin was!)
in the wind
Across the window
the curtain was always
and you stood in the doorway
In the doorway