12-20-2010, 07:57 AM
A window in the distance:
single lamp shining
through oppressive blue blind,
an artificial star
on a studio lot
filming the Christmas story.
But there's only one of me,
and I'm knee deep
in snow, not sand.
There's no baby Jesus
below that lamp light,
merely a bedside table,
mouldy envelopes
and dusty novels.
I trudge towards it,
then put my key in the door.
single lamp shining
through oppressive blue blind,
an artificial star
on a studio lot
filming the Christmas story.
But there's only one of me,
and I'm knee deep
in snow, not sand.
There's no baby Jesus
below that lamp light,
merely a bedside table,
mouldy envelopes
and dusty novels.
I trudge towards it,
then put my key in the door.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe