@@DESCRIPT="Life by Liquid Grey"

drip drip drip
Pink cosmetics lined his sisters desk.  Her masks sat full an waited to be
worn.  An opaque mirror stared at him and asked thoughtfull questions.
Where will you go today? Do you know where you will end up?  
He was deaf then.  He stared back and saw a reflection, with the errors that 
sleep brought.
drip drip drip
life flowed from its mother into his hands, and he rinsed his eyes of his
shattered dreams.  He cleansed his eyes though he could not see.  He wanted
to see.  Liquid life cooled hands and face and seemed to wake him up.
But he was far, far from waking.
The day began, like any other would have.  His school teased him and purged
him of his suppressed thoughts.  He talked to the others while he slept.  
Only a few mattered, though all thought they did.
He only waited to be born.  He wanted to live life, not death.  
His schooling passed him and he passed himself obediently, not thinking of
what would be.  What would have been.  His friends coaxed him as others 
blessed him with ignorance, and punishment as one.
Science taught him of spores but not the psilocybin he waited for, like they
taught him of brains and not the minds they waited for.
School passed and the day began.  At the bus stop spores met he and friends.
The blur as revelation.  As death was tied to another life, as a string tied
to itself, the tides of good and bad came him in waves.  He drowned at times
though at others he let himself float.  He ruined it all for them.  So he 
could make it perfect later.  He, at one with his friends could stare and
put his lives together like puzzle pieces.  A puzzle of a mirror.
He died at the bus stop, and the string burned like a fuze.  The bomb burst
but did not end him there.  He was reborn.  The new life he grasped
was evidence of his triumph.  He toyed with the power he earned and coaxed
his friends to do the same.  They, reluctant at first hoped he would come 
back. 
"Snap out of it man...just come back to where you started from"
"i am back man...this is where it starts.  Leave that path of life you follow
because astray of that path is a road.  A road that you built."  He teased
the others with what he had learned, and they felt sorrow for their lost 
friend.  But his ponderances tingled their minds, and soon they discovered revelations. 
With time their minds surged together with his, creating an altered angel.  
A beast?
They understood him and said their day to day good-byes.  He was tired again.
This was his first time ever awake.
He hoped he had not lived a dream.  He prayed that he would not wipe this
day from his eye at dawn.  
Drip Drip Drip
The cosmetic masks laughed at him as always but this time he laughed back.
He took life into his own hands and washed his face with it.  Today he had
seen much.  Death, lives and rebirth as one.  He was thoughtful as he began
to put back his other shattered dreams, like bits of a puzzle.
Drip Drip Drip
This day cleansed him.  The day washed him with real life and with rebirth.
Happiness.
He stared into the mirror and it asked thoughtful questions at him.  He 
peered at the mirror now and asked it questions the same.  He could hear his
mind now....he could hear life's whisper.  
As he stared at the mirror, the reflection gazed back as always but now
he brushed away his lies.  In the mirror was no reflection at all.  In
the mirror was he.
Drip Drip Drip
Day to day sleep drifted in and he made a mark before he slept and prayed
he would awaken the same.  His new mind told him about Compromise.  He
was greedy and wanted all of himself, but would be able to 
compromise.  He hoped for the whole inside.
Sleep rolled into him like fog until the sun glared the sleep away.  He 
returned to the bathroom, and greeted his new self in the mirror.
Drip Drip Drip
He wielded his spore-wrench with an innane skill and stopped the drip.  His
life would stop flowing out of him, and the faucet dripped never more.

Liquid Grey  SaZ

