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the dream of Gerulaitus .. .

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I dreamed of Vitas Geralaitus
the tennis star
we are but men and women
that signify our presence
by the essence of existence
that may be told in terms
of our appearance
on the high court for a season
we took a chance to join the dance
but later disappeared
behind the taller boy
once I held position
of importance
in the eyes of those who knew me
and those who watched
the world go round
I was Gerulaitus
till the sun went down
before I stepped away

where are they now
the lords of our admiration
ladies who by virtue of
fey culture’s acclamation
joined the social conversation
this teeming metropolis
gives no time for authentication
you are born
and join the moving walkway
with or without luggage
you can pick that up
as you go
find yourself a centimetre
a box with holes
to run in and out of
locks for your doors
Gerulaitus may not live here anymore
but if he did
he would have added thousands
to your value
your significant purpose

the roving eye
of the spectator in the stands
your deaf ears dead to sound
caught in slo-mo action
you see the ball approaching
it is like the sun
the life that flashes by
before the crowd slips away
you are then the umpire
upon your high tower
you are the ballboy
that grovels to look manly
the programme seller
roles that don’t mean
a thing anymore
that tour bus has departed
long ago and
before we get started
on your hero Gerulaitus
he does not play tennis anymore

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©edenbraytoday18.08.2026

say no to artificial intelligence excepting speak and spell .. .

note: r.i.p. – with deep respect to the tennis star – Vitas Gerulaitus (1954 – 1994 ) something of a teenage hero