terça-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2007

Slow

It was a big panel of
glass
Not plexi but silicate
Moving with the grace
of a ballerina through moondust

The wall was the soul of all verticals
pinkfloydian wall, berlin's cousin
and it was solid and painted
only moving along with the earth
and the solar system and the universe
but nothing less

Regardless, their encounter was unavoidable
The glass was there
and slowly advancing
The wall was there
(and doesnt "wallwasthere" sound musical?)
and it wouldn't move

hence, when the encounter finally happened,
and I say finally, because the glass
was taking it's sweet time,
and would loose a race to a snail in coma.

the contact was brief.
no one knows if it was
structural vibrations
or a rupture in the vitreous molecular pattern.

But the shards fell
in pretty normal gravity speed

(written originally on Word´s World)

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