*From Upon The Brick House Stage*
We watches Your dancing faces
laughing smiling crying seeming
and believing You, Our Audience,
are in awe of Our existence.
So we light Our own fuses
and We burn Our disgraces
and breathe in Our pride
like St. Elmo waiting
for a fucking lighter
and We explode with such majesty
that Our vanity leaps again
and again
and again
and Again!
*From The Bon Fire of The Brick House Stage*
Our vanity dances and parades
before You, for You are Audience!
We are but a bloom in the desert on fire
We dance upon the ruins of Our Self's
fueled by the charcoal of Our Pyre
casting Our Effigy against the hills
across the deserts and oceans
like unapologetic Muppets
warm and warming and amazing
thoughtfully gazing at You and Yours
talking and dreaming and story
telling new memories about
the forests for the trees
and hand bats and finger sharks
and who's bodies are these.
*From Within The Brick House Stage*
Alas, We see
so Tonight is also
so too soon to Become
and We, embers are left,
shrinking and nearly done.
Watches for the watchers
for the cold advancing
and around Our flickering shadows
Yours and You arise, and turn
and leave, One by One,
heading t'words in other rooms
up stairs and down feathered beds.
And now Tonight begins in Your memories
as We diminish... drowning in dark puddles...
fading into fragile so seemingly insignifican...
Tah-Dah!
Voila!
Yet We Vie!
Persistent on the peripheral
sparking and teasing in Popcorn Shouts!
We muster Our colors and vapors Yet!
Yet We dance!
*From The Hearth of The Brick House Stage*
Silence the never less
over All is Quiet now
the House has Become still
and the Stage shows the creeping chill.
We too are Become
no longer the burning Muse
who ignited such talk beyond age
and the inspiration of Our dancing
fades with the laughter and wonder
and awes wide in the eyes of You and Yours
and We watches the rest of You walking each other away
t'wards some other room awaiting
Your tomorrow cares and sleepy heads.
Still We are not Yet
quiet We smolder obstinate
raging Our rage against the Night
fighting, not finished,
not extinguished and
not understanding why We're dancing and
dying as We languish in your absence and
disappearing only because
there is no One
stoking tending
watching
over Us?
