Sometimes, an audience of one is enough
to verify the value of the small words
fashioned against the finite tyranny,
not of time, but of all the clocks
that tick along toward the end
of all the possibilities. An
audience of one which
may be your self
alone hearing
yourself.
*
"finite tyranny" sums it up, doesn't it. Wish I had a little something right now. This would be perfect to contemplate with some righteous smoke. *
When there is an audience of two and no one is there, it's time to worry, Nice poem.
I think so.
This is like a verbal Mobius strip. Folds back on itself and loops back around.
I like that.
A sort of verbal selfie.*
Dwindling opportunities. And we are left with.... *
Thanks to everyone for the kind responses.
"Audience of one which may be yourself"
Love this line, Gary *
Thank you, Foster.