�Two is better than one�
taunted the toothless old man dressed in black rags.
But what may be true for gain
is never true for loss.
And from his heart�s secret chamber
he painfully remembered the rich poverty of zero.
Blinded by the sun, I trip and begin a fall I cannot stop.
Bloodied and battered by jagged edges I cannot see,
Terrified by the quickening pace of a descent I cannot control
I await my end and pray for a miracle.
Life happens while you wait.
Standing on an endless line -
the heavens pass,
the stars flare, then disappear,
dreams come and go.
And we,
numb and blind
see only glimpses of all these wonders -
only snippets of all that glory.
