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The Other End Of The World

And the other end of the world was a wonderful place, a place where we had music flowing, water trapping to the rhythm things that take us forever to be free....birds of paradise uncoveted by the desires of consent, pools of liquidity moving into the sun, showing off and unashamed, dreaming of two by two being four and all the other common men or uncommon greed, taking time and space to discover the trouble of self discovery, the pain of being up and down and alone and in concert with another one or two or three, the company of elders respected and loved....the terrible affair of living now and not then - future or past....swirling into and out of love and lovers past and present, learning the future, distilling what went before and went behind and what went wrong....and we all sat unafraid and unabashed in our proximity and were all right amazingly...heroes all brave and nascent in our new ages of birth and birthing....such was the dream had on the top of the cliff where time stands still breathing like a tambourine just shaken out into the dust of the road passed by on carts antique and not useful, music pressed into the leaves of sea wind that streaked his hair with samarkand and alma ata , memories kept secret by the hermit that showed us where to look for the other things also kept hidden, things that should also have been kept hidden, but were made known to all listeners at the other end of the world at the other end of time, where the bass rolls off the easterly like in a market like in a place where trade flows easily and shamelessly, nice to know that it existed in a dream, taken to the limit burning like the sun, back to the wall, at the top of a cliff, turned around and almost inside out like a flower opened by a hungry child, gorgeous in its privacy, shy in its calling, outrageous in its melody......played again and again on different instruments like a canon trembling close to the heart, one with the soul, nearer than the mouthpiece like a moth to a flame broken wings singed by happiness and the two of them just flew off bold and unafraid and looking for that ending at the other end of the world at the other end of the story...

   

Copyright 1998 by Mark Chan