Dan’s Online Diary 

# 10.7.03 by Dan
in the midst of the ants
jostling with the world
in my own lonely bubble
passing pockets of familiarity
walking away from silence and order
away from the inane, the unknowing
following the trail of powder as it burns
winding up to the place where we meet
but then on the outside is all smiles and formalities
the explosion muffled by protocol and fear
the hearing serving only to quash truth
and as it fizzles out, reality sets in
so back i fall, tending my wounds
back through the oblivious world
to the lukewarm and sterile
to dance on my strings
to leave the dream