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Mind Walk
Mark Skinner

My life is a burning sunrise.

I found the end of infinity.

An echo of the scent of wood smoke screams at me

With the high pitched whine of the saw.

And the woodchips dance and sway with the radio.

Woodchips can't dance.

But dance they do, a prelude to my opera.

The fat lady steps up and sings my opening theme.

I see the song coming towards me, an audio tidal wave.

As Genghis Khan assaults the doors of Carnegie Hall.

I ride my Horse alongside him.

Marcus Unrulious the conqueror of none.

I howl my rage at the walls, causing flowers to bloom.

"Arigato gozaimasu" they say.

Crystalline teardrops fall from a sunny sky,

They are warm to the tough and explode upon the ground

Each drop the clear ring of a harp string.

I stick out my tongue and taste their bitterness,

And smell the sickening sweetness of abandoned dreams.

I hoist my bag of collected memories and set out t forget myself.

And boldy tiptoe away from my past.

I will find the new me hiding behind the horizon.

The final song sung and the singers take their leave,

But the lights only brighten

As the cattle call cheers of the audience echo across the stage.