another pair of star-crossed lovers

no matter how much they feel for each other
circumstamces prevail and play them like a game
no matter how much they try in spite of themselves
the game precedes and plays them
they can only be... this true
the game continues
yes, everyone has fears, it is true
how true can we get,
not true enough to renounce the connection we've 'forged' with reality
' through some clever juggling..........a life based on token values.
was i now supposed to give it up?'

she can't
she cannot be sure she truely want it

if we've viewed the world without holding our heads out of true
we would never be able to view the world again holding our heads out of true
that slant-
ed view

the monogulist continues his monologue
tells his mute girl stories, sitting on his bar stool,
he is solitary, he is himself a planet
he has given up on the notion of conversation
and come to realize that the girl of his affections is deaf and dumb
he doesn't say things like 'talk to me' or 'what's the matter? Tell me'
cause he has said enough of that for the last 3 years
ironically, the mute girl wants to be talked to by the monogulist
despite her physical impairments and emotional handicap
she thought he would be silence-literate and understand
when words fail
she thought of a communication that exists without conversation that neither addresses either of them directly
in this way, they could preserve their connections to reality, their planetary alignments, they cannot shift, they cannot meet
and in this way, every story could be the last