THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE

THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE

Breathe

The air is full of hallucinogenics,
creating a colorful collage of cancerous
scenery to behold only for the lifetime
of a breath.

See

Born into our photographic minds the
melting pot of good and evil, confusing
the two as temptation grasps our naïve
curious thoughts to elude truth into a,
much too often, alluring and enticing
trap of evil, only to spend the greedy
hands of time untangling the tightly
woven tapestry known as life.

Feel

Only to discover that reality is the hell
we all fear. The testing ground for
stable logical human beings to
discover the pain and torture of trying
to out-run the race of fate.

Like the tortoise and the hare…

Those who pace their lives too fast, experiencing
a multitude of life, only to find that life beat
them when they took their rest… Leaving them
to hold onto a few memories, even then too
vague and too forgotten… to end the race
knowing nothing of their misfortune
Those too slow possess many memories, detailed
and disinteresting. Fate draws the end in a
slower fashion instoring their capable bodies
with senile embryo-like capacities, bearing the
physical shell to reign on in an extinct world
where they become fruitless statuesque
memorials for those starting the race to give
thought to how they will pace the losing race.

M TERESA CLAYTON