Prelude To The Afternoon Of A Faun

This is the world.

We try to get up on our legs.

We try to get up because that

is the first thing.

Then, we begin to look around.

So bright, so real that we don't

know what real is or care…we

are just there.

Then, shades of colors and light

begin to be seen…we see subtleties

and complexities that our minds

cannot filter yet….

But, sooner or later, they do.