what is this thing
that resides in our silences
threatening to reveal all
in that brief fearful moment
before the curtain falls?
a monstrous beast be it
like the one that the Grimms described
gentle in its grotesquness
it leaves its trace behind.
this paradoxical distance
becomes longer with each word spoken
like a mobius strip
twisted within itself
it leaves me craving for closure
Schrödinger’s cat I am
neither built nor broken
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
14.12.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 10:28 AM UTC
what is this thing
that resides in our silences
threatening to reveal all
in that brief fearful moment
before the curtain falls?
a monstrous beast be it
like the one that the Grimms described
gentle in its grotesquness
it leaves its trace behind.
this paradoxical distance
becomes longer with each word spoken
like a mobius strip
twisted within itself
it leaves me craving for closure
Schrödinger’s cat I am
neither built nor broken
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
14.12.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
What I heard - and then saw through the mind's eye.
Aditya Bhaskara - Thank you for the spark :)
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