try as we might the haunted interlude
takes on a life-of-its-own
and faces do appear
from out the darkness

(and bodies, too)

and
if our reality contains some truth
there may be souls within

the swirling images

as some say
they certainly do

----

accomplishing so little
day by day

the dark of death is seen
approaching relentlessly

and WHAT!, then?
is the story merely "over"
"finished" , "done"?

is our life only this

a wisp of imagery that
drifts awhile and fades

into meaninglessness?

----


come

now

....
live

be SOMETHING!
PLEASE!

meet me

on the misty mystic street

if only for a little while