rokkapoo

1. Is it really? Is it so? A far cry from beginning, a far distance from life led. Where now? In the depths of a life torn or broken? Where is it and how has it come to be so? A riddle and a far cry from the start. Hopefully and perhaps a far cry from the finish. But still much closer than it once was. 2. To speak in ways unknown to another. To love, to hope, to be, in ways unknown by any other. What to expect but live alone, exist alone, die alone? Wanting to be as is without the additions of a life caved in, surrounded by, closed in, sealed shut, boxed, barred, limited and bordered on all sides by those of the Other. What does it mean to b

Hope in all its luster and all its splendor may never be good enough. Where can I get it? What does it look like? ... Brushing back the curtains of life as it had once drapped. The folds lay so cleanly, falling softly against the frame of what seems so picture perfect. Peering through transparencies, the projection gives off light of an eerie quality. Masking the dull and dreary Blurring the sharp and dissonant it is of what seems so marvelous and quaint Every pondering canal screams away the time. Stringing together piece by piece, a life of what seems so brilliantly orchestrated. Yea Life Coloring in each canal one by one Wonder