curtained box

[anirbas]

channel surfing in the wee hours
i happened across a riveting scene...

i watched a magician's
blankly smiling assistant
gracefully backwards step
into the darkness of a curtained box
with a jaunty devil-may-care
wave to the audience...

and for a few long moments,
i voraciously wished i was her...
experiencing the immediate
nascent isolationism
as the curtain
draws closed
with a soft slith
and snap of fabric...

hold...hold...holding...
my breath...wait...wait...waiting
silently for the big bang of me...
following the illusionist's
intonations of incantations...

Abra cadabra.
Ala peanut butter sandwiches.
Hocus pocus and all that rot...
Blather and bother,
now you see her,
now you don't, folks...

with the utterance
of the last wizardly word
feeling myself drawn
backwards, from
the folded vaguery
of a question mark...
imploding into the scintillating
pointilism of a period...
a miniscule dark bubble...
phht...pop...gone...

never to be seen again...
no matter the adroit invocations
to drag me back to this dimension...

once i reached the other side,
by destiny, by fate, by magic, by God...
i'd be off and running...
no calling me back
to this horrendous
zone...

where
i am...
everything...
i'm not...
and nothing...
that i am...

[shell]

*wild applause* - brilliant! i like how your mind worked with this! I am soooo going to sulk if i put my hand up for another earth-run, like, enough already!! Except of course that souls love and even request more of this, don't they? *humph*

i have so felt as the poem describes. Some days i do actually feel invisible .. but it's the magical escape from pain that i wanted, not some nutter walking through me in the street because he never saw me.

That last verse is superb ... we do learn who we are by becoming aware of who we are NOT .. everything is so darned inverse and perverse in this dimension ... macabre theme park if you ask me ... *wry grin*

Totally relativity with this, Nir, LOVE it!

[dawness]

well,well... imagine me as the magician spellbinding and total in the range of nothingness. pure delight, purple lady of the forest.

[anirbas]

Thanks, ladies. If only...If only...I could walk from one life and into another, by walking into a curtained box and out the other side, never to be seen again, if not in this dimension, then not in this land my body haunts at the moment...LOL...I am...So, should you...
Even bitter laughter sounds beautiful...Nir