Perform Me

Renditions of slight taping 

And soft footsteps

Spring into existence

In the heavy resting places

That exist in my mind.

 

Those places of memory

Those places of steeping stillness

Where you look into the water 

And your content with only seeing the surface.

 

The strangeness of what is underneath

You cannot know

You cannot see. 

 

Chant the rendition

Repeat that line again,

Only hum it quietly, 

 

Still like,

The water is sleeping.

Actually,

Hardly move.

 

The eyes of everyone look up 

And move in unison 

Around the recital hall

That empty taping 

Echoing footsteps

All these people. 

 

Their eyes move like a school of fish

No one knows who leads it

And the water helps feed it

So consumed you don’t even feel it.

 

One figure leads 

The entertainment pulls their eyes 

Like a magnetic force,

Just the eyes.

 

Keep them afloat 

Do not drain the company 

 

But am I supposed to be okay with this. 

 

This company,  

This presence. 

So aware of them and yet,

Sitting in the slow places

Cycling in the muted phases.

 

I’m sitting in the bathtub as the water drains

Still under the gaze

The warmth is slowly leaving

And I can’t go with it

I will have to get out. 

 

But for the while I will sit

Dazed and naked

As the water sinks, down, down

Humming this magic rendition. 

Author's Note

Please leave your comments about how you interpret this, what strikes you and any understand you have or do not have. Thanks (: