It must be like opening a new door <br />in a familiar wall, the one with the <br />photograph, the same old photograph <br />but starting to look so strange, just <br />a quick impression and then a flash <br />of final lime-light as the irresistible <br />wind pushes you outside, out into <br />outer space, where the view is always <br />magnificent - nothing but the best <br />death for you, baby - and then falling <br />back down to earth as celestial debris, <br />universal rain... <br /> <br />And all the over-active wave-lengths <br />have to reduce their amplitude and <br />frequency so that light can become <br />a particle again and feed the hungry <br />multitudes with circuses.<br /><br />Nancy Ames<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-famous-2/
