July 04, 1999
5:20 P.M. pdt 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Unsaid Thoughts, Unfelt Emotions"
Pre-Millennial Fourth of July
The world is happening in the other room,
Far away from my emotional center.
I hear the sounds, and feel the air,
I know what happens, and really, I care.
Events wll happen no matter what I think,
And life goes on in the process.
I am the chronicler of my existence, I've said this before,
I make sense of the nonsense I witness every day.
But nothing matters except the things I want to share,
With my absent lovers, with the connections to my universal mind.
With you, whoever you are,
We are divorced from the world in the other room,
Listening to our inner world, the one which connects us.
The thread of rationality making sense of unfettered reality.
The fireworks were for two years ago, when I could gaze into the unforseen
future. But of course I was gazng without my glasses on.
The fireworks were for when I thought finding my other half was easy,
But I neglected to read the roadsigns in my elation at being on the open road
of interactivity.
I am less sure of myself now.
So let the fireworks ignite, and the celebration begin without me.
I am waiting for you, dear. The fireworks will happen for us both at the same
time.
There is a moment when we all know that things are right. For some of us,
this moment has not happened yet.
But as before, when a lad, when I could "feel all the feelings without
living all the life," I feel like I have the answer, and she is close,
if not in proximity, then in spirit.
You will read me, you will understand.
The world is happening in the other room, and I don't want to join it,
Until I know for sure I can share these events with you.
I will not see any fireworks this year, either in life or in my head.
I will wait, patiently, for the truth to make itself evident to us.
For the fireworks to fade from metaphoric memory,
And appear to us both synchronically.
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copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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