Biography of a Species
By Adam Gaucher
His head's been conditioned to never look sideways, but simply with taste I'm kept awake. To look as straight as he would shatter, my dreams, and things I've lived for. The characters we see in life are matched, like plastic action figures. We break the mold, and our story is told and forgotten similar to every time before us. I know he is one, or was at one time, able to look sideways, or even up and down. But now he is forgotten, in the middle of his own shrinking mind. All the knowledge he once collected is worthless to him now. He has forgotten those once who loved him, he's forgotten those who've forgotten him, he's become unable to remind anyone of his presence. And so, he looks straight, up ahead into nowhere, in where no one wants to be seen. He has begged for silence, a gift he's given himself. Lonely he looks ahead, I remember you, man. Written September 7th, 2001 © on Apr 15 2002 07:18 AM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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