ACT (of) TWO

THAT in my fever while sanity has escaped by baluster i continue to gaze in daze across the sea of white- capped madness

Each o-shaped mouth Each Black-bead eye and all the ears     all the chins             teeth

 speak an infinite story of nothing but sadness. And within the orchestral pit finely dressed musicians they shed b-flat note tears; their mannequin powder-white skin a color of pink's sunsetting murmur.

Simply, the true story is off stage toward this improbable army audience; the finely carved polychrome citizens start to move;  half-bodied and more alive than the flesh-kingdom.

  Last night.  Last night i felt.   That one's life can be as real as one's imagination   if you sinerely wish it.

:: 08-23-2018 ::