Another play
has ended.
The audience
disengage the
Magnetism of the boards –
Catharsis completed,
The cycles of heroes repaired.
They tread
gingerly into aisles
Toward other
realities, lumbering
A bit,
questioning the return
To the
tedium that has sent them into this
Realm of the
stage of sounds and
Sights, marvels and ether—
Wondering
how
To enlighten—
Murmuring
To their
equals and to themselves
(unlike
groundlings and fickle mobs)
So as not to
frighten
The Muse
Whom they
wish
To carry away as in a basket
Of rushes—
To flow gently
As a river might—past the populations
Who know no
art.
19 February
2012
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