I lay in my
bed. A cold breeze from a midsummers night blows in through
the
metal screen shielding me from the insects. I stare into
my electric CD Holder.
It stands tall, compared to me as I layeth down. Two ovular
tubes help support
the rack located in the center.
In these tubes, is filled with a glowing,
warm, water. Electricity powers
bubblers in the bottom, causing air to rise within the water.
Small, spheric,
brightly color lucite gems are bounced up by these air bubbles,
and then
sometimes, wither down a bit, just to be picked up again,
in an eternal cycle,
or at least until the electricity ceases to power this manufactured
wonder of
life.
Another breeze blows through. The wind
strikes me with a shivery twitch up my
spinal column. It also strikes a spark - a tangible thought
so irrelevant, yet
so meaningful.
What if......inside this lucite....is..another...realm?
A place of such
diversity and, of question? Where every second you flash
through, an eternity is
embraced within this plane of existance.
I gaze in amazement as my eyes glaze over.
Am I the creator of this
life, by simply inserting a metal conductor into a circuit?
What would to be if
I gave simply a weak tug on this vinyl chord? Would existance
cease to be in
this miniature key to evolution - no, to, life itself?
What if........we...lived in a small
little peice of plastic similar to
this? What if we could simply wither and crumble away like
thirstful roses, just
by a simple whim - a simple bevon of some incompetant, meaningless
boy just
laying on his bed, letting the breeze just lull him to sleep?
It occured to me - it's possible this is
to be - to be truthful.
Take it into consideration.
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