Tuesday, November 08, 2016

2.1650 : 11/8/09 : Behind the Curtain

I can’t stop looking
behind the curtain
though nobody has been
back there for years
the chair at the switchboard’s empty
and I’m fairly certain
it’s down to random chance
when that giant head appears
It says nothing anymore
it just stares down at you
until it fades like
evening sun
a mocking silence left
it’s almost daring you
to ask it for help
like you’re the chosen one
and there’s nobody here
no not anyone at all
to tell you how to do
the magic to get home
somehow he rose up and out
left you to take the fall
left nothing behind but
riddles in a dusty tome

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