on_windows_and_drapes Borealis A world through slanted drapes: sunshine only exists in strips strips of light..strips of love a pearly grey sky, light between the prison bars caught behind the glass open the window..let in the air its goldfish syndrome all over again a garden outside..outdoors a bird can't hear the song the wall is too thick. and in slanted shades... my vision is distorted. did you go little bird? no..there again..not so let me out let me be open the windows.. break down the doors... tear down the blinds burn down your lies open your doors the skeleton in the closet has to come out either you let him free.. or he scratches a hole through your floor scaring the neighbors let out the anger open the doors if your words cannot be said where all can hear..then they hurt too much to be said in the blues and azures of a post afternoon sky..posthumously existing in its own fading glory.. already dead are we already dead? why does it appear more glorious to the end? everyone wants to go out with a bang. swirl clouds.. create shapes for me. create something for her to see..and remember. something of beauty..to live for..or die for where is my thing of beauty? 040629 ... magicforest loves it 040629 what's it to you? who go blather from