Friday, October 5, 2012

Desert Marquee

Big Dreams on the marquee,
cutting through the dark curtain on the
desolate desert,
an enzymatic catalyst
for failing.

For some people who are expected to succeed, fail;
for some people who are expected to fail, succeed.

Late winter stars fall behind the marquee,
where do we go when we die?

To know the answer, will always be too late.

The lights of the marquee shine on
until the bulbs break and the solemn,
courteous stars meet once again with the desert.

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