Duration and Frequency
by Gary Hardaway
Where I'm going, you can't follow.
Where you're going, I can't follow
through the veil
that transforms living energy
into other energies, living and not.
Through the veil--
beyond which spirits
and demons may await
to caress what I was,
to fondle or lash what I was.
Or, beyond which, nothing
may await to touch
what we were in any way
for spirits and demons have no life
but what imagination gives
and, past the veil,
imagination dissipates like music
in the concert hall, the concert done.
*
for spirits and demons have no life
but what imagination gives
Well...maybe. But I like the way you put it. *
Energy is always changing form, and eventually the anxiety gives... strong work.*
lean and mean.*
*
I was into it until I was jolted by the word dissipate relative to imagination and music. Not sure that's the best word to describe the fading away of music, but hey, I'm a retired musician/audio engineer. *
Thanks to all for the kind responses.