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Chapter 4 · The Monster–Fool Creation
However, the man felt unhappy again in his glass shop; he wanted to do something that seemed to him to matter. He grew sullen and withdrawn — he turned away even from his love, Angela. And Angela responded by leaving him alone, too. In this way, their marriage, and even their love were strained.
In the pain of feeling alone, one night while sweeping his shop floor, the man noticed some pieces of glass on the floor that looked to him like the shapes of fingers and a hand. He spent the night fitting and gluing together scraps of glass and plastic and the other debris of his work — to construct an enormous man of glass, nearly to the height of the old, tin ceiling. Finished, by the dawn's dim light he scrawled, R E A L, on the head of the glass-scrap sculpture.
To The End
By and © 2009, Tim Gunderman and Lawrence Strauss
Give me something, Lord, that matters,
Something once that never shatters,
Like these shards of glass are real,
I know I know how it’ll feel,
in my grasp and under heel.
I Am Here
By and © 2006, Tim Gunderman and Lawrence Strauss
There’s a mirror at the floor in here,
I kneel before it, brush the dust of years,
Whose sorry eyes with those pathetic tears?
I am here,
The one who loved, the one who’s spurned,
The one who’s begging your return,
I am here in the middle of this aching, empty room,
thinking all my dreams are somehow still of you,
hoping all my dreams will somehow soon be true,
I am here for you.
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