Wednesday, January 16, 2013

three coins in the fountain

Watch out for what you wish for, the molehill will become a mountain and you'll be on a sled falling falling at the speed of sound so fast the ice melts and refreezes from the velocity of your passage.

Watch out for what you wish for, lest dragonflies grow large as dinosaurs, dart hither and thither, stomping upon us, we who are too small to be seen in their manic flight patterns.

Watch out for what you wish for, or you will be left here, alone, on an island peopled only by the memories of ghosts you never met, without even the past for company.

Watch out for what you wish for, lest the great deserts shrink until they are contained in an hourglass, and the hourglass is infinity, and you are caught on the outside, locked out of time and space.

Be careful what you wish for, for if wishes were horses and numerous as the stars in the heavens, we would ride the crest of the stampede and fall off the cliffs of the universe.