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Fifth Season

Evening dawns deep within the portal of an old man's sigh. A weary stretch of the lungs, no more than that, and the world has changed. Leap quickly then, you who would know a sigh's mercurial content. Leap you must in that liquid instant between the moon's inception and the placid ignition of its cool, distant furnace. Leap resolutely into that place of sighs, for a blink and it will all be past. Yet ...         within its time, within that wizened second encompassing birth and burial, that  tiny wind will be a progenitor of a world otherwise unknown: Neither dream nor imagining, but a  season, a fifth among the four -- a 'would have been' which circumstances never called forth. For each of us there is such a time, a room, a flickering potential never encountered                for            the world's hallways have led ever around it. Nevertheless, it is there. Whether glory or disaster, it is there, the fifth season.

Copyright © June 2001 carl a wertman


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