Art by Norman E. Masters
February 11, 1992 No I don't! Then, why is it so close? Why is Death sitting next to me? I don't understand. So many reflections. from a mirror without silver. Magnified superstitions. From the base of magic came the troubadours, dancers, and singers: Distant tambourines lutes and trumpets brighten the dawning understanding. Kissoff the light, kissing in the dark. It's a kinky memory. arms length I must keep the world at arm's length, since I'm already so involved. Thunder and Lightning in the caves of God! Roll the stone back, shut! Sprinkle seeds of Creation around the entrance. Cross the path that brought you here. and recognize the magic of your life.