An erroneous and inexorable
theatrical disaster has been placed
at the foot of my bed.
Where the road split
decisions had come to be made
unplanned, as decisions are made.
And now we are in a different room,
with all our stuff remained
the same.
The towers of
indecision have come
to topple in our motionless way.
Where am I, now,
to place my bed—
now that the road has been changed?
I find myself staring
mouth agape
at the split in the road
where the room was changed.
That
was where you went one way,
and I was left alone.
And now, that spot
where the road was
split
is erupting.
Is erupting.
Is erupting in flames.
-clw
7-14-06
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