"Riding seaward on the waves"

"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

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The Uncompromising Cruelty

(The Cruel Birefringence )

Time cracked and

fell with a clatter

like a

spoon

upon the platter

in an empty

dinning-room

Bite it!

in the plumbing

voices

drip dripping

(how it haunted you the plumbing!)

shatter of

teeth, gritted

[and then Prufrock took a deep breath, and you went pale]

The

orphaned flowerpots

cigarette butts

among the gravel

tossed

ashen leaves

(like your skin was!)

bleaching

in the wind

Across the window

the curtain was always

drawn.

and you stood in the doorway

In the doorway

you stood.

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