a dream

I planned my life meticulously
in the back rooms and empty halls
of the great theater
and when my time came, the play was over
the heroine had left
the man, the hero of action
perused my parting art
a colorful muse on life
and seemed merely entertained
but gave no second thought
and disappeared behind the stage

outside, the world had changed
machine, man and spirit had fused
into great grotesque instruments of progress
buildings grazed like cattle
vehicles had minds
Hindu Gods roamed the earth
everything moved forward
everything advanced around me

but I took a detour
and I walked past the teeming spectacle
silent and alone
by the shore