twixt man and monster

blows the dust from scenes of cells of ancient molecules
probes the intimate for explication
intrudes upon the tick, tick, tock of no life
these imperfect forces of minds forcing imperfect minds
creating illusions from reality in the name of abnormality
interfering with the distance twixt man and monster

and then comes emptiness in front of a full world
reaching out as the detachment disappears into timelessness
floating, with feet fixed firmly on the ground, the ceiling looking up
side-effected, disenchanted, too sick to be ill
yet feeling better all the while, so they say
in the middle, twixt man and monster

turning conversation into revelation, living dreams
dying seems too far to go and who wants to go there
concealing face and hiding traces of understanding the man within
vulnerability acting, hard-faced, stone, hiding traces of the man within
and so rejected, perplexed and shameful for shedding tears in silence
hiding here, in prose and God who knows, if only he were true, twixt man and monster

©2006 Hey Hey

g`day hey hey, betwixt the man and the monster, buying chocolates with the pennies from a dead man`s eyes and gorging on life until we are all to sick to be ill, an excellent piece, take care greg.

very well said and expressed, i look forward to reading more,

misty