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OPAQUE By Kevork K. Kalayjian, Jr. Incoherent voices stemming from awareness require gratification right at this minute when the present is not realized. The result is this headache which you sanitize by naming it an `unbalanced state' a hangover as if placing stinking garbage in a transparent plastic bag. You understand of course how different it is, watching the fish from the transparent side of her prison, when you witness the view, knowing well that you don't have the right to see the animal in that fashion, penetrating the intimacy of her routine without her permission and just for that, she takes your casual glance, bewitches it into a gaze, your awareness lost, and with mesmerizing motions, conquers your consciousness, now you are in a most unselfish stage you want to give everything generously she rejuvenates and recharges her vitality feeding on your abandoned awareness, as you stare at her dexterity, until there is only .. emptiness in you. Only then, by her monotonous moves, she bores you, and lets you see reality, and you realize the emptiness in you as reflected in the fish tank and you are ready to withdraw away from the transparent wall of the prison made of glass. Of course when you watch her directly from the water surface, and there are no clear and clean walls between you and her, or when you look at her in the water when you are both swimming, it's altogether a different experience. Then you may create All the walls you want Between her and yourself Transparent or opaque. -- Kevork K. Kalayjian, Jr. A graduate of the AGBU's Melkonian Educational Institute, Nicosia, Cyprus, holds a B.A. in Political Science and Economics from Fairleigh Dickinson University, Rutherford, NJ, and a M. Ed. Counseling Psychology, from William Paterson University, Wayne, NJ. Kevork resides in NY with his wife Maral, and three sons Aramazt, Tro, and Ohanes.