Separate hands.  Divided tracks

expressing the battle within.  Musical

fingers, the dance of a tapping theory.

Deep roots of song flush to the surface;

a dilation is then quick to expand.


Drums beating out thoughts pause then

continue, marking paths to an immediate change;

the impertinence of youth is an undeniable



Dancers warm the floor with their feet.

Curtains open, releasing the witness of story

and myth.  Bright lights chase shadows from

the stage.  The audience reacts with a unison

of delight.


The night cools off.  The story continues

to the street.


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