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| Dancing Against the Rhythm 12 x 16 Pastels |
The clock changes
9:50 becomes 9:51
as though it were a flit of an eyelash
Too many times I’ve been the observer
At a distance from it ALL
Watching
Wanting to be involved
But at a distance
Held away from the heat of it all
When I’m close
A part of me
Plays the spectator
Like the drama around me
Was acted in a theater in the round
Around me, happening
But me
Sitting in the audience
Safely away from the blood to be spilled
A smile, inappropriately appears on my face
I’m watching and involved
But that spectator reflex knows
It’s 53 minutes past the hour
And the plot resolution
Even with a twist
Is coming to an end.
At a distance watching time go by…
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