Joyful Afterimages
/An Evening at the Theater/

Lustering mercury rain dorps
splinter off colorfull umbrellas
while people stay outside
theater halls.

The grotesque gargoyle army
prepared an invitation,
clinging & crawling,
down the walls
& rusty cracks.
Their frigid shadows cast
on tesselled pavements
pieces & souls tuned
for blue harmonies...
A promising trip,
to protect me
from disintegration.

Inside, behind thin doors,
I heard voices,
distant crosstalks
& free-spoken prayers

- Give us guidance
to anonymous social interactions,
nasty riddles & momentary glances;
give us the power
to set them in remembrance,
& give us the power
to warm them up
in quiet moments of melancholy.

Who called me inside,
down the archway?
That sober voice,
out of the unnamed crowd...
Allowed me to hear
the unfinished performance
and a vague speech

- I met Cain last night -
& a bunch of other vagabonds -,
He's still wandering the earth,
in search for his brother's grave,
preparing his return
to the land of Damascus.

The room at the end
of the archway,
(one-o-one)
is always locked
(un)fortunately,
& there's no hole
below the pawl.

During the hypnic jerk
I heard the voice,
pretty sober in the distance,
chilling in obscurity...

- Let there be darkness!
the Devil announced,
and destroyed the world
in seven seconds.

...and finally,
there was darkness.

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