Monday, November 30, 2009

the me

There is the appearance of a flag, a colored banner on a craggy mound, in sun and rain and moon, tattered by wind, flapping in deep starlight. Other banners appear to flutter in the distance, some near, some far, some fallen as they all fall eventually.

The appearance of a me constantly changes, to wave, to fall and vanish, for it never is but an appearance.


No One In Particular said...

Dude. Totally.

No Plane Zen said...

This appearance of a banner waves to your banner. :-D